Goodbye, My Love

In the dark of the night, Loraine Bryant walked nervously to a room, straightening her silk nightgown with sweaty palms.

This was the first time she’d worn such a revealing nightgown, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear, either.

There was a cool breeze, and the sensation of it brushing past her skin made her tremble.

Loraine spurred herself on.

There was nothing to be afraid of, she reminded herself.

The man in the room was her husband, Marco Bryant, and they had been married for three years. A nightgown like this was made for times Like this.

and taking deep, calming breaths,

were unfriendly and his Lips were slightly pursed. He was as handsome as a god from an ancient Greek

“It’s late. What’s up?”

voice was ice cold. It was like looking at a

all the courage she had worked so

you remember what day

frowned. “Get

eyes became disappointment. Forcing a smile, she said, “It’s our third wedding anniversary. You’ve seemed

speaking than a woman suddenly stepped out from behind

Loraine with a smile.

so much about you from Marco.