Prompt: Two characters having an argument about a secret that one of them was keeping, which has just been discovered
“So when were you going to tell me about Clarissa? Your ‘friend’ that you just happen to be sleeping with?” a voice spat from behind me.
I froze.
She couldn’t know. How could she know? There’s no way she could know.
I turned around, a plastic frown plastered to my face. Dread I hoped she would mistake for outrage filled my eyes, raking over the bony body of my wife. Her once white dress was splattered with a dark rouge, clinging limply to her boxy figure. Her long, red nails lay viciously by her side, as if they were waiting to attack, and her arms came to a cross as I took a step forward.
“Darling,” I crooned, my voice croaky. “Whatever do you mean? You know Clarissa! She’s my work friend! Why would I be sleeping with her?” My voice was laced with disgust, my throat with a facade of guilt. I stepped closer to her, a metallic smell filling my nostrils. “Why would I be sleeping with her, when I could just come home to my wonderful, beautiful wife?” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “You don’t need to worry about her darling. I’ve got you, and that’s all I need.”
Her body trembled underneath mine, before her words broke the crisp air. “You’re right, I don’t need to worry about her.” I relaxed, letting out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in.
I looked down at her, only to see her sinister grin filled with secrets and lies. “Oh, your phone’s buzzing. I think you should answer it.”
I stepped back to answer the call. A lady’s voice spoke quickly, and my body immediately stiffened. I swivelled around, looking at my wife’s smug expression, almost knowingly of the information I had just received.
“What do you mean there’s been an accident!?” I croaked.