He sat nursing a steaming mug of black coffee. He wasn't hungover. Just knackered from no sleep. He kept glancing at the red envelope stood up against vase of flowers in the middle of the table, his stomach dropping each time his eyes fixed on the words "To: my wonderful wife" which he had crossed through.
She hesitantly walked into the kitchen wearing her red silk kimono that she wore when she wanted sex, her eyes constantly scanning her husbands face, not sure what he was going to say.
"Good morning my love." She said cheerily. "Happy Anniversary".
As she leaned down to kiss him he moved away, avoiding her lips, causing her to flinch. He had never, ever, refused a kiss.
He said nothing.
"Not still being silly about yesterday evening are you? You are acting like a spoiled child. I'm sorry if I didn't pay you as much attention as you think I should have done, but Steve was our guest, and he was alone."
"No." He said quietly. "He was your guest, and he was alone because he and Madge split up 6 months ago. And you knew that when you invited him"
A look of concern flashed across her face as she saw for the first time that things weren't going to be resolved as she first thought. But she knew that he loved her above all else and any minor indiscretion she might have committed would soon be forgotten, especially after she got him into bed and between her legs. And after all it was a minor indiscretion wasn't it. She had wanted an evening of excitement. She had wanted to try a big cock for once, not that her darling husband didn't satisfy her, but she had never had a big cock. And it wouldn't happen again.
"Don't be silly. How could I have known?"
"Because Steve told you three months ago, not long before he sent you a photo of his "big" cock."
She looked shocked. He was guessing. How could he know? But then he pulled her phone out of his dressing gown pocket and showed her. She felt the colour drain from her face. He must have taken her phone when he stormed off last night.
"I don't know why he sent that photo. It was disgusting and I certainly didn't want to see it."
"But you didn't delete it did you." He said his voice cold and hard. "And you replied, and I quote "Wow. That's a beauty.".
"Please my love. I can see that you are upset and I really am very sorry. I meant nothing by it. Let’s just forget about last night and enjoy our anniversary. It is our 50th after all. Look, come back to bed. I missed you last night."
She slid her kimono down her arms and dropped it on the floor. That had always worked in the past.
He looked at her. Appraising her wonderful full breasts with their ever puckered nipples, her slim waist and her wide hips that he had always thought made her the sexiest woman alive. But not today.
"I see you shaved your cunt for him."
How could she have been so stupid. Of course he would see that straight away. But it slowly dawned on her that that in itself it would have been a minor thing, unless he suspected that she had cheated on him.
"I did not shave it for him." She blustered. "I shaved it for you!"
"Was that after we had had the discussion about how I didn't want you to shave your cunt?"
"How dare you use that word to me! You know I hate it." She yelled becoming increasingly concerned that things were not going her way.
He stood and walked away.
"And please don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."
"You are not talking you are yelling. I called it a cunt because whores sluts and cheating wives have cunts and only ladies and faithful married women have pussies. So you have a cunt."
She felt her world slide, as for the first time in their marriage she heard the hard voice of a man who no longer cared for her, could no longer be tempted into their marital bed to soothe and heal their minor arguments.
He left her still yelling and enjoyed a long hot shower. He walked back into the kitchen half an hour later pulling his suitcase.
"Why have you got your suitcase?" she said, her voice catching.
"Because after you have been given the chance to say your piece I am leaving.”
Her face blanched and tears streamed down her face.
He passed her his anniversary card.
"Here is the card that I stupidly bought for you."
Her face crumpled when she saw that he had crossed through the usually loving message on the envelope. When she opened and read the card however she sobbed.
The message should have read "To my loving wife. Thank you for being my love and my friend. I look forward to our future years together."
Instead it had been altered in big bold letters to read: "To my cheating wife." The next sentence had been crossed through. "I look forward to our divorce."
"David please don't be so silly." She sobbed "Just because I didn't dance with you last night. I've said I'm sorry. What more can I do or say. This is absolutely ridiculous."
"Well you can start by not lying to me. Let’s start at the beginning shall we? Did you get me an anniversary card? As you have said, it is our 50th after all."
