“Oh what a tangled web we weave…” whispered in my head as I stared at them from my perch on the stairs. They were a perfect couple enjoying their morning coffee, and anyone noticing them would think nothing less. She was poised and elegant; her hands moved gracefully as she spoke. I couldn’t hear her words as her lips moved, but I knew the sound of her voice. He sat still, attentive, nodding occasionally and smiling. It was obvious he was captivated by her.
I swallowed back the lump and blinked away the burning tears. It wasn’t that long ago when I wielded that kind of power over a man, when my husband was engrossed in my every word and move.
I raised my camera and took another picture. I had all the proof I needed. “…When first we practice to deceive.”
He would pay for the lies he told.