#Chapter Thirty-Five
The room was dark and some rows of candles stood on either end of the room, casting the dining room in an eerie light. Her back was flush against the back of the chair, and it was straight up. Her face did not have a frown, but the frown was in her eyes. Her lips were thin, and for the first time ever, she was calm, cool and collected.
She waited for him to arrive. He seemed to take his own sweet time, but no matter, she knew he would arrive. When he finally did, his eyes found her expression and his face fell as the seriousness sank in for him. Her hands were on the table, holding a knife. Her collar reached up to her throat and her wrists were tightly bound by cuffs. He stood frozen before her as he stared in silence.
"Lachlan, I thought better of you," Serene said.
"What do you mean?"
"I never expect you to do something like this."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"How could you, Lachlan? I thought we were lovers, I thought you loved me."
"I fucking hate you, you bitch."
"I should've known, you're rotten."
"Me, rotten? Imagine that."
"How could you? You were mine."
"If you don't start making any fucking sense, I'm going to leave, if you don't mind. My shed is almost rebuilt, I have to attend to it."
She slammed her fist on the table. "You disgusting cheater!"
"Cheater?"
"I fucking saw you, Lachlan! Coming out of Frank's bedroom, sweating, breathing hard. Kissing him! You're fucking him!"
Christ, Christ, Christ, he was fucking her behind her husband's back, and now also cheating on her with said husband, who was another man! What the fuck?!
Lachlan laughed darkly. "Oh, you saw that, didn't you?"
"Yes, you fucking pig! I will boil you alive! I will skin your body!"
He continued laughing.
"Tell me I saw wrong! Tell me you're not fucking Frank!"
Lachlan thought for a while. "I'm sorry, Serene, but I am fucking Frank."