A Cheater's Heartache - Shorts

"Wake up, it's almost noon. We need to check out before," she sauntered across the small room, which, she realised just this morning, brought this sudden tightness in her senses. She managed not to show the panic she felt inside with a calm exterior.

He blinked his eyes a couple of times and murmured, "Do we really have to go? Now that you've finally decided we're going to do this? Can't we stay another day?".

"No," she replied. Short but not curt. She rummaged her purse for her perfume and some mints. In her mind, she hope the scents could somehow cover up the invisible smell of sin that lingered in the room, that somehow she can forget.

Her eyes caught something else, instead. A white envelope. A card snugged inside. She was sure it wasn't in her purse when she left the house last night.

She read the words written on it. She tilted her head back, she felt a sting in her eyes. She took a deep breath. A few moments passed before she regained her composure. She threw the card in the bin near her.

"Who is it from?", he asked.

"My husband," she replied.

He left it at that, they both got ready and left. No promises made for another day or another time.
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The card.

"Happy 9th anniversary, my wife. I've thought it over. I've left her. I'm sorry I messed up. Let me make things right again. I've been missing you. I love you.

Forever yours,
Your husband."

Fazleena Latiff.
28 January 2015