I'm constantly told I write too many words. So, I confronted myself with the 750-word challenge. This is my submission. I feel there is too much missing, so I have written an extended version for those who prefer more depth.
My surprise wasn't what I expected. I had arrived home from a business trip early so I thought I would take my wife Dawn for lunch. I had just pulled up when I saw her leaving her work in the company of Dave Niven, a friend of my boss. They got into his car and drove off. I followed, slightly concerned. They may be going to a restaurant for lunch but I had my doubts. We passed the normal lunch spots and headed to a residential area. I kept a distance but saw them draw up in front of a house. My heart was beating loudly. I was breathing quickly. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through me.
I waited a few minutes and drove past. The fact it was a bungalow was a bonus. There was no sign of them in the front rooms. They had to be in one of the bedrooms in the rear. I parked up the street and made my way back to the rear of the house. I heard them as I approached as the window was open. I took out my phone and used the camera to video a couple of minutes of their love making. Well, it was just fucking!
I made my way back to my car and thought about what I would do.
There was no way we could remain married.
I called her secretary and asked to speak to Dawn. Debbie said, "she's out at lunch. I told her, "Don't you mean at 73 Nairn Drive with her fuck buddy. Tell her not to bother coming home tonight!" and rang off. If Debbie rang her that could put a dampener on proceedings. If she waited for her return, the shock would hopefully bring her some anguish, at least.
As I headed home, I broke my journey at my apartment. Since we married three years ago, it had been let out to students. They were leaving this week. I had to check it out. John was there. I apologised but said I was in the area so thought I would check it out. He was relieved. The others had left. He had finished cleaning it and was about to leave. He would have to come back to hand in the keys. I took the keys and gave him a note saying I had them, examined the flat and all was in order. I would tell the letting agents that so their deposits would be paid back to them. I had planned to redecorate in the two months before the next lot of students came looking for accommodation. I would move back in meantime.
I had planned on replacing the mattresses anyway but I would do that now. With that arranged, I headed home. My journey was silent as I had my phone off.
As I pulled up in front of our house, Dawn's father Ted was there. He was very protective of her.
Ted stared, "Iain, what's going on? Dawn called and is in a terrible state. We tried to call you but only got voicemail." His face and voice displayed he knew more than he was letting on.
