This story was written using a prompt from Eric J. Krause
Christy opened the door and narrowed her eyes. Adam stood on the porch, sleek and polished as usual. Her gut twisted into a knot, but before she could open her mouth he raised a bottle of wine.
“Peace offering?” he asked.
She stared a minute, debating whether to let him in or not. With Adam there was always an ulterior motive. He didn’t look angry or distraught, and after five years together she decided she owed him a conversation at the very least.
“Fine.” She shrugged and moved aside.
“Thanks, Christy.” He strode in and set the bottle on an end table then slipped out of his suit jacket, folded it in half, and laid it across the back of the sofa. “I’ll be right back.” He grabbed the bottle and gestured for Christy to have a seat at the dining table.
Brows scrunched, she dropped into a chair and struggled to find reason in his behavior. She’d made it clear in the letter that they were through, and after three days with no word from him she was sure the next call she’d receive would be from his attorney. The fact that he’d brought wine and was being civil threw her off balance.
“Here you go.” He placed a full glass of merlot in front of her and settled into a chair across the table, casually crossing his legs as though it were a normal evening.
Christy ran her fingers along the base of the glass then asked, “Why are you here, Adam?”
“I just want to talk.”
She doubted his gentle tone and the innocence on his face—a far cry from the twisted man he’d become in the last few years. Sipping her wine she started to relax while he spoke calmly of his shock at finding the letter and his confusion as to where things had gone wrong. She sat silent and continued to drink as his words swirled together in her mind, a jumble of smooth lies and false emotions.
He just doesn’t want me to take half, she thought, and swallowed the last of her wine. Pushing back from the table, she fumbled for her glass, nearly knocking it over, then stood to refill it.
Vertigo spun through her head, limbs going numb and weak. She crumpled to the floor. Adam’s low chuckle echoed in her ears then everything went dark.
Warm water lapped at her skin. Her eyes fluttered, but refused to open. Pain seared across her wrist. She gasped and forced her lids wide as Adam dropped her arm into the tub beside her. A red line spilled a ribbon of crimson into the clear water. She tried to scream, to move, to anything, but the drug coursing through her veins held her silent and still.
Her eyes rolled in Adam’s direction. He pulled an envelope from his back pocket and gave her a smile. She recognized the ivory stationary from her desk.
“You really did make it too easy for me, Christy. Going this route means a loss of the insurance money, but at least there won’t be the hassle of a missing person’s investigation. I really can’t say thank you enough.” Adam dropped the envelope on the counter and walked away.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as the colors faded from her vision. The words of her letter replaying in her mind.
I can’t take it anymore. The lies. The deceit. It’s to much too bear. I refuse to live like this another day. I know you’ll be fine without me. You always were.
I’m sure you never dreamed it would end this way, but I have nothing left to give. My heart is empty. I’m tired of living a lie.