a/n: Just a little something I came up with. Lemme know.

Caught

As I watched the lightning flash across the sky, I felt my heart skip a beat. It had to be the weather. He wouldn't do this to me, would he? My conscience was quick to answer that he would and I quickly shut it up. I did not need any more doubt in my mind. I had come up with enough without my conscience piling it on as well.

The thunder crashed outside and I jumped. I had all the lights on and I wondered if maybe I should turn them off in case the power went out. I shook my head. Let it happen. I wanted the lights to be on when he came home.

I was pacing the hallway with my cell phone in my hand. He would never call the house phone in this weather. Not that I thought he was going to call me. Not if he was doing what I thought he was doing.

With a shudder I pulled my bathrobe closer around me and bit my lip. I had never thought that I'd find myself in this position, nor had I ever wanted to find myself in it. But here I was. I exhaled slowly and pulled my long black hair into a low pony to keep it out of my face.

I swallowed thickly as I saw headlights roll into the driveway. I pushed myself out the front door and stood on the porch, waiting. He was dressed like he'd come from the office, which I knew was perfectly plausible if unlikely.

He approached me and shot me one of his careless, easy smiles. I tried to return it and failed miserably. I settled for allowing him to pull me in for a quick hug and a small kiss. It was then that I smelt something that didn't belong.

I drew myself away from his embrace and stared at him funny, sniffing the air around him faintly. There it was again. It wasn't the bar smell that he sometimes wore home nor was it that of the office. It was... airy; light; feminine.

And it dawned on me. I almost laughed. The bastard. I smiled for the first time and hugged him again. I let my lips trail across his ear and I felt him shiver against me as my breath teased him. He liked that. Too bad he wouldn't like what those lips were about to say.

"So... How was she?"

And just like that he froze and I withdrew. I shot him a withering look and walked into the house. I didn't want to look at his face. I didn't think I was physically capable of looking at the scum.

After all I'd done for him over the past three years of marriage. I had covered his sorry ass a dozen times for work, never really knowing why. I guess I thought I loved him. I guess I thought wrong. I knew for sure. I could never love a cheater. Never in a million years. I couldn't and wouldn't stand for it.

I heard him follow me in and I didn't spare him a glance as I heard him say, "I can explain..." I felt like telling him to save it, that I didn't believe him, but I also didn’t' want to waste my breath on a sad excuse for life like him.

Instead I headed towards the bedroom with him hot on my heels the whole way. I slowly opened the drawer in the bedside table on my side of the bed. It was in there I kept the pistol my dearly departed father gave me for my eighteenth birthday. I had always been a good shot and daddy encouraged it.

I was never happier that he had.

I cocked the gun and turned to look at him. His face was stark white and he was speechless. I could imagine. As for me, I gave him a wide grin. It was cold and full of malice.

"Oh, my love," I whispered. "You won't do this again, will you?"

"S-sweetie, pl-please!" he begged, putting his hands up. "Pu-put the g-g-gun down!"

"If only I could." I sighed. "I'm afraid you would just never learn if I did that, though, would you?"

It was rhetorical. He answered anyway.

"No! I would! I-I would! I'll sh-show you!"

"I think not," I murmured.

And with that I pulled the trigger.

Owari