Writing prompt: She gripped the edge of the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “One more time,” she whispered to herself. “Just one more.”
She gripped the edge of the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “One more time,” she whispered to herself. “Just one more.”
She could hear him on the other side of the door, moving things around, preparing for her to move with him to the bed, to collapse with him on top of it like they had done a thousand times before. One more time. One more time and she could get the evidence she needed to rip his marriage apart – the one that he had sworn was over months ago.
“Pull yourself together,” she mumbled, standing up a little straighter. She breathed in deeply, smoothing out the front of her blouse as she watched her reflection. She felt ill as she thought of his wife, and how the poor woman had no idea that her husband – her darling man, the love of her life – was with another woman in a hotel, like he had been countless times.
She wondered, briefly, if there were others. She wanted to vomit.
“You okay in there?”
His voice on the other side sent a ripple of anger down her spine and her jaw tightened. One more time. One more time, and she would have everything she would need to send to his wife. She would never have to see him again.
Turning away from the sink, she reached out and opened the bathroom door, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at her.
“I’m okay,” she lied, but it came so easy to her these days that he didn’t seem to suspect a thing. “You’ve only got a couple of hours before your flight, let’s make the best of it.”
She couldn’t wait for it to be over, though.