Before he left the house, he erased the small file of special pictures of her. They were no longer just his.
He stood in the hotel hallway. He could feel the fury building and he felt no doubt. He ran at the door and the adrenaline sent power to his leg that shattered the lock. He entered the room. She sat there naked on the bed. The man, naked also, lay on the the bed. They looked at him with shock.
"I've come to get my wife," he said. Which wasn't true. He had come to kill the man.
