worries of the woman

She looked toward the door, then at the clock. Half past four. She prayed he’d be home before the sun hit the dock. No shock, but it still racks her brain. He’d done it before. What’s to stop him again? He’s probably with that chic from Spain. Her eyes welled with disdain. How do you put your wife through such pain? Her heart will slowly darken like a stubborn coffee stain. She’s not the first betrayed by ones she trusts. Look at Abel and Cain. Thirtieth message of the day: Baby, are you on the way? Please. I’ve barely spoken to you today. Hope is all she has left to pray Never underestimate a woman ravaged with hate. Revenge is only a tear away.