Betrayer

``But it is not as though I loved him... you know full well that it is you I love, Tom!'' Sally said in a pleading voice.

``That is not the point!'' Tom replied, trying his best to control his anger. ``You slept with him, for crying out loud! What man would allow himself to be cuckolded like this? Am I an unsatisfying lover? Do I not fulfill your fantasies? Do I not give to your pandering?''

``Tom,'' Sally said, her eyes slowly tearing up. ``Tom, dear, I love you for all your attention and care. And yes, you do satisfy me. You do role-play the way I want. But sometimes, all I need is just a hard fucking without all that softness and concern---''

`` `Just a hard fucking'?'' Tom interjected, his voice raised in pure rage. `` `Just a hard fucking'? For crissakes, you could have told me! Why must you turn to some other... man for that? Am I not your damn husband? What are you trying to imply, that I'm not man enough to give my wife `just a hard fucking' when she wants it? What kind of sick twisted logic is that?''

``Tom...''

``Don't interrupt me! Woman... you have tried my patience. I know for sure that this is not the first time you have slept with him.''

``Tom! How... how did you know?'' Sally said, her voice turning quiet, her eyes large with fear and realisation.

``Because I am a fucking attentive husband and lover! All those excursions, high-tea moments, late nights out... I trusted you Sally, I trusted you. You said that you had to work---so I respected that. Excursions and high-teas to network---I respected and accepted that. Late nights in the office working---I believed that. But what do I get in return? Your increasingly distant attitude towards me, that sparkle in your eyes each time you told me that you were heading out, that seeming sullenness whenever I asked if you had time to go for a nice meal with me. A lover sees, a lover knows.''

``Oh Tom... I really didn't mean to---''

``Sally, just stop. I don't want to hear about it any more. I trusted you, and you betrayed my trust. Just... just get out of my house, now.''

``But Tom, where can I go?''

``Go find that man whom you look for `just a hard fucking'. I'm sure he cares enough about you to take you in.''

``Tom...''

``I'm sorry, I really am. I can't bring myself to look at the woman whom I wedded and trusted with all my life to betray all that said trust without any remorse. It's obvious where we stand now. Just go...'' Tom said as he pointed towards the door, looking away from Sally.

Realising that nothing she could do at that point would change anything, Sally tearfully headed towards the apartment's exit.

Beneath his hardened exterior, Tom cried. The woman of his dreams, his adoration, his love, was now a betrayer of all that he once cared about.