The Cheated heart of Death

She just stares into the mirror waiting for her lover to come home from work. She knows no other than that he is cheating on her. Her blue eyes are a pale white as her lover walks in the front door. She turns her head to see him there. His tie undone and his fly down. She knows where he has been. But she acts no different, she is ploting. He walks up to her and kisses her on the forehead and walks to the kitchen to see what is for dinner. She is still standing there, mind blank. She goes and sits down at the table. She soft face is looking old and tired. Her beautiful long blonde hair is pulled up in a bun on her head. Her hands are feeling dry. There seems to be nothing left of her. Her lover makes his way to the table with the food she made him for dinner and a bottle of beer. She looks up at him, "how was work? I thought you finished at 5pm, it is now 9pm." Her lover does not answer her as he feeds his mouth. He does not dare to look at her. He carrys on eating till he has finished, his wife still looks at him. Thoughts go through his mind "does she know?" He removes himself from the table to wash his dishes. He walks out to see his wife is not at the table. He walks to their room to see her naked on the bed. He looks at her and strips down to join his beautiful wife, trying to forget his other lover. He lays next to her and kisses her red lips. She kisses back before pulling away. "Why you pull back?" He asks his wife. She stares at him and looks away. "Is this what you do to the other?" He gets off the bed and yells back "WHAT YOU MEAN?" His wife doesn't not speak. "Answer me," he says as he gets dress again. She swings round to look at her lying lover. A single tear rolls down her face. "You lying bastard, I mean your other lover. The one you sleep with everynight after work." She gets off her bed and dresses herself. Her lover watching her every move. She slowly walks up to him and slaps him on the face, the sound of their skin touching riped in his ears. His cheek burnning under the skin. His wife's eyes full up with tears. She walks past him to the bath room. She closes the door and locks it. Her lover walks up to the bathroom and bangs on the door. "Open that door!" He yells. His wife sitting on the toilet lid, tears just flowing down her face, her lover has another lover. Her heart feels broken. She feels like her whole life is one huge lie. She hears her lover banging on the bathroom door. "Who is she is?" She yells at her lover. Her lover stops banging on the door and doesn't say anything. She repeats herself. "She works with me. I am so sorry." She walks to the bathroom door and slowly opens it to see her lovers face. "How long has it been going on for?" No answer came out of her lovers mouth. He turns round to their bedroom and sits on the end of the bed. "It is been going on for six months, at first it meant nothing. But now I think I love her." Tears full her lovers eyes as he looks at her. She goes into their room and sits next him. "How could you even start the affair?" Her lover lowers his head and starts to cry. She gets up from the bed and walks out the room to the kitchen. She grabs a plate and smashes it on to the ground, it breaks into little pieces. She then grabs another one and smashes it on to the ground on top of the other one. Teas rolling down her white face. Her hands shaking and her mind blank and scared. As she grabs another plate her lover comes up to her and pulls her close to him and makes her drop the plate. "I will always love you and i am sorry for what I have done to you. But please stop smashing the plates." She rests her head on his chest and cries. Her lover holds her tight, and kisses her on the top of her head. She closes her eyes. Thoughts go through her mind. How is she going to tell him that she is carrying his child. Slowly they both look up to the sound of someone at their front door. She pulls herself away from her lovers chest and walks to the front door to be starring at this beautiful young lady. She opens the door and the lady pushes past her. "I am looking for the owner of this house." The lady slowly looks at her and laughs. "You must be my boyfriends house cleaner. Is he home yet." The lady dressed in nothing but a red dress. Her lover comes out of the kitchen to be face to face with his wife and his lover. The look on his wife's face made him feel weak at the stomach as she knew who this lady in red was. "Darling, you left in such a hurry tonight i forgot to tell you that you are you going to be a dad." The lady in red said as she walks up to the man. His wife staring at the both of them as white as a ghost. Her lover grabing the other lady and kissing her check. She walks past both of them to her room and grabs her bag and pushes clothes in them. Her lover coming to the door way. "What on earth are you doing?" He asks his wife with the lady in red is in the bathroom. She looks at her lover and walks past him and walks to the front door. "I am leaving you to be with your new lover, i am not going to be the third wheel." She opens the door as her lover's lover walks into the room. "Darling what does this....this lady mean by third wheel?" He stops to look at the both women. He looks at his lover, "this is my wife. You are the other lady." His lover looks at his wife and laughs and then cries. "What you mean your wife? I thought i was the only one." His wife slowly walks out the door, "you are the only one starting from now. I am leaving him." She closes the door on the both of them and walks down the stairs. Slowly makes her way down the road to the nears pub where she can drink away her pain. She sits at the bar and looks at her drink. A tear rolls down her face. She is so upset. She loved her lover. She was pregnant to her lover, but so was his lover. After 6 drinks she grabs her bag and walks back to her home. Her home full of lies. She walks up the stairs and opens the door to the house. The house is dark. She walks to the kitchen, steping over her lovers clothes and his lovers red dress. Opens a draw and pulls a gun out. Walks slowly to her bedroom where the two lovers lay asleep. She turn on the light and wakes them up. They stare at her and see her with a gun. Her lover sits up and looks at her deeply. "Put the gun down, no one needs to get hurt." He says to his wife, he can smell the alchol in her breathe. She raises the gun, she then fires one bullet. The bang was loud. Her lovers lover screams as his wife falls to the ground with one bullet in her head. "Call 911" he yells to his lover. An ambulance is slowly creeping up to his house. They take his wife away. She is dead. He sits on the edge of the bed, tears flowing from his eyes. His lover sitting next to him. By morning the room was still covered in blood and brain and skull, the bed was covered in wives blood and his love making to his lover. He feels lost as his home phone rings. He answers to hear a mans voice on the other end. "I am so sorry to tell you that your wife is dead, and i am also sorry to inform you that you child was killed as well. Did you know your wife was pregnant?" Her lover held the phone and answered back no and thank you before hanging up. "What had he done? His wives death is his fault and how is he going to live with himself?" He thinks to himself...........................................................