Do Not Disturb

by Freida McFadden

What is my husband doing in this woman’s room? I watch them through the binoculars, my heart pounding. They’re just talking. There’s nothing wrong with talking, is there? I mean, yes, they’re standing very close to each other. And now she’s got her hand on his shoulder. But that’s okay. They’re just talking, for God’s sake. Nick isn’t a cheater. He’s a good guy. I watch his expression through the lenses. He’s smiling at her. He looks happy in a way I haven’t seen him look in a long time. And then he leans forward and kisses her. My heart sinks into my stomach as I watch my husband kiss another woman. And he’s not just kissing her. They’re making out. This isn’t the first time, either. You can just tell. I drop the binoculars on my lap like they’re burning. I take a deep breath, my hands trembling. That bastard. That absolute bastard. He’s going to be sorry for this. I fumble for the binoculars again. I look through Christina’s window, but they’re gone. At least, they’re out of my line of sight. Which means they’re probably on the bed. I’m going to kill him.