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side of his face. He let her go and took a couple of steps back, his hand rubbing his jaw. A small trickle of blood trailed its way down the side of his lip. He looked at her, shocked.
    The woman in the green dress took the opportunity to scurry her way around the couple, and with shoes dangling from her hand she ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Sabrina watched her as she disappeared down the stairs and out of sight.
    Seconds later, she heard the front door open and close.
    That took care of one of her problems.
    Sabrina took a few strides toward Oliver until she was within a foot of him. "Get out!"
    Her body vibrated with the anger.
    He hesitated for a moment, considering what to say or do next.
    "Get out. Now," she bellowed, her hands balled up into fists once more at her side. She took a couple deep breaths trying to control her emotions. He was very close to getting another wallop.
    He sighed, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He hesitated once more, his mouth opened to say something, but then realized there was nothing he could say that could fix what he had done so left the room and headed down the stairs.
    A couple of minutes later she heard his mustang start. Walking over to the window, she peered out, but ensured she stayed out of sight. The woman she had just caught him with was sitting in the passenger seat.
    The nerve of the bastard!
    She really didn't think she had ever been so angry, not to the point that she was at that very moment. The rage nearly consumed her as she stood there, alone in the bedroom.
    She turned back towards their bed. The sheets appeared ruffled from what appeared to be some intense bedroom action. Her stomach turned at the thought of him fucking some woman in her bed. She was going to vomit . She fought the nausea by taking another few deep breaths.
    "Well these sheets and comforter are no good to me anymore," she muttered to herself.
    Damn . She just bought them a couple of weeks ago. She'd splurged and spent a small fortune on the sheet and comforter set. She supposed she could wash them, but she'd never get the image of them screwing in her bed if they stayed.
    Not an image she wanted to dwell on.
    She shook her head in disbelief. "In my bed. In my house! On our anniversary?"
    Breathe , she instructed herself.
    As angry as she was, she was surprised when a calm state overtook her.
    If it wasn't against the city bi-law to burn things in your back yard she'd burn the damned things, but she'd have to make do with balling them up into garbage bags and tossing them out.
    "Rotten son of a bitch," she fumed, as she set to work.
    She now had a lot to do tonight and none of it included preparing the delicious meal she had planned.

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The following week was hectic. She never cried over the failed relationship, not once.
    Perhaps it was the anger that still resided in her, or perhaps deep down she knew it was for the best. She had packed up his things and left them on the lawn for him to pick up the next day.
    Oliver showed up a number of times to try to convince her that what he did didn't matter and that he loved her, and wanted her back. Blah, blah, blah. She'd heard it all before.
    She took over the mortgage on the house, she could barely afford it, but she would get by. She was great at planning and budgeting so it was just a matter of cutting a few corners here and there.

    The house was quiet though, too quiet and she was lonely. Worst of all her self esteem had taken quite a hit. Why would he want to be with that woman when he could have had me anytime he wanted ? It just didn't make sense to her.
    She was a good woman. She was sure of it. A good catch. No. A great catch. Screw him! He was just too stupid to realize what he had. Perhaps he realized that now but too little too late as far as she was concerned.
    Sabrina poured herself a cup of coffee from her coffeemaker and noticed the mail had piled up over the last week. All unopened and waiting for her. She supposed