Peirce stepped out of his car, counting every second before the moment. He was going to pop the question to his wive Caroline. Peirce took a breif pause before opening the front door. He pulled the ring out of his pocket. “She’ll love it.” he though admiring every shine on the diamond.
“Will you marry me?” He said practicing his lines.
He put the ring back in his pocket and reached for the door handle. He slowly opened the door, tip toed into the hallway. He passed the bathroom. He took a deep breath as the seconds seemed as hours. He reached for the door handle of the bedroom. He quietly turned the knob and opened the door.
“What the hell?” Peirce shouted, watching his wife having sex with another man.
“Peirce! You weren’t supposed to be home this early!” Caroline shouted climbing off the top of the other man.
The man hurried and got his pants on and ran out of the house.
Peirce grabbed the ring out of his pocket and threw it at Caroline’s face. “Here is your ring, slut!”

To be Continued…