It was raining that night.
She entered their house as a strong light suddenly flashed across the window, and then a rumble of thunder sounded. She was frightened and hurriedly reached for the switch.
Bright lights suddenly flooded the room as she flickered on the switch. Her gaze swept around the living room.
She looked around the room and observed the things around. Moving her eyes over more and more, the furnitures and decorations entered her eyes.
Something feels different but nothing's different. Everything the same yet still... something is different.
She goes upstairs and as she walked up at the end of stairs she found a familiar clothing. It was a maroon colored slip dress that trended among the women, because it looked elegant but also had a touch of sensuality. She saw it once in a magazine and bought it but the problem was it was on a different color.
The dress is maroon and she owned a pastel colored one.
Next to it was a coat of her husband.
At that moment she knew what is happening.
Lightning flashed and it illuminated the dark hall of the second floor. She heard shuffling of movements and rustling of clothes, coming from the master's room, our bedroom.
She tried to manage her breathing from making a sound. Silently, prepare herself to what she's going to see as she walks towards their room. Calming herself as she hides the weak pounding sound of her heart.
There's lights seeping through the slightly opened door of their bedroom. She heard them first before she saw a woman naked riding at the top of her husband.
At that moment, everything she knew collapsed.