After a long day at the office, there is nothing better than coming home to my beautiful wife, Regina. She was a stunning Italian woman with long, beautiful chestnut hair and glowing olive-coloured skin. As I drove down Downing Lane, I glanced over at the bouquet of white roses and the box of Laura Secord chocolates on the passenger seat. Today was our 25th anniversary. I left the office early so I could spend as much time with Regina as possible and made a pit-stop at the Fleur’s Flowers to pick the most elegant flower bouquet I could find before heading to the get her favourite chocolates. The sun was shining brightly as I turned onto Stanley Ave, our large four-bedroom brick house coming into view at the end of the street. My heart thumped hard in my chest as I parked in the driveway, after 25 years of marriage, Regina could still get my blood pumping with the little black dress she was bound to be wearing. I didn’t bother locking the vehicle as we were set to go to the movies shortly and headed up the stone path. As I neared the house, I heard a voice. A man’s voice. This was nothing new as Regina frequently had her brother and his boyfriend over coffee. But this was different. The voices were whispering urgently. These were voices that did not want to be overheard. I walked quietly to the front door, the voices becoming louder.
“Austin will be home soon,” Regina said urgently.
“So?” said a gruff familiar voice, “When are you going to tell him?”
“Soon, sweetie. But not now.”
“You’ve been saying ‘soon’ for far too long Gina, I hate being so secretive when we’re clearly right for each other.”
My heart was beating fast, pounding hard against my chest but not for the same reason as before. I could feel my life crumbling around me. Should I confront her? Or leave now and cut my losses? My hand was on the doorknob now, shaking violently. I made up my mind. I shoved the door open hard and it slammed against the wall, knocking a little table over. There stood Regina in the little black dress she always sported for me, and sitting in front of her, totally naked on the couch, my brother. Regina gave a little scream as I approached but Sam sat rooted to the spot as I marched up to him.
“How could you, you fucking bastard!” I screamed, my head swimming. My own brother? My own brother fucking my wife
“I-I-it’s not what you think!’ Sam sputtered, standing and covering himself with both hands.
“You are fucking naked in my house, on my couch with my wife. What the fuck am I supposed to think?” I said, still screaming. I couldn’t think straight. All I wanted to do was hurt Sam. Hurt him like he hurt me. Without thinking, I grabbed the table lamp beside the couch and brought it down hard and fast on Sam’s head. He gave a little grunt of pain and fell to the floor unmoving.
“Austin! What did you do!?” Regina screamed as I rounded on her.
“How could you Regina? After 25 years?” I said, my anger giving way for sadness
“It was a mistake, Austin I’m s-s-so sorry,” She said as she backed away from me, her eyes filled with tears.
“Fuck you, Regina. Burning a pizza is a mistake. Forgetting milk at the grocery store is a mistake. Fucking your husband’s brother that, that’s no mistake.” I could hear sirens outside. Someone must have called the police.
“We’re done. Get your shit, and get out.” Without looking back at her, I walked back over to Sam and checked his pulse. Still breathing. Thank God. I stood up slowly and walked outside to where the police were getting out of their cruisers. A funny feeling came over me then: relief. I was no longer angry. I could go on without Regina and be happy. Regina would have to suffer the consequences when they arose.