Prolog:
Something was different. He knew instantly as he entered his home. He could almost smell the betrayal. He made sure to quietly close the front door, as if this wasn't his home and he didn't want to have his presence known. He dropped his briefcase on the padded chair in the foyer and headed for the stairs.
At thestaircasehe picked upa coat on the bottom step that he recognized. It was his wife's coat, carelessly discarded. He looked up and saw another coat a few steps up, this coat was a coat that he didn't recognize immediately. He dropped his wife's coat and moved up the steps. As he approached the coat, his heart stopped for a moment. He did know this coat. This was the coat of a man, but not just any man, this was Mark's coat; His best friend.
Derek went cold. His heart began beating irregular and he felt nauseous. He took one step backward and considered leaving before he saw anything else, because he knew if he proceeded he wouldn't be able to spare himself any pain. But like a train wreck you know is coming, he couldn't stop himself from viewing that wreck.
He made his way to the top of stepsbypassing articles of clothing,shoes,pants, a hair clip.Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion. As if this was dream, a nightmare, and Derek shook his head as if trying to wake up. His mind was racing… he didn't need to see what was behind his bedroom door because he knew what he was going to find. Slowly, he approached the door and peered through the crack left open by the lovers in their haste, and his heart screamed in his chest at what he saw. His wife with her eyes closed in ecstasy, straddling her lover, riding him, moaning softly, the way she did right before she was ready to orgasm. Her beautiful red hair was partially covering her face, and messy from frantic lovemaking.
Derek squeezed his eyes closed and backed away from the door. He fought back tears as the bile raised in his throat. Even though he had prepared himself for what he was about to see, the pain hit him like a sledgehammer. His body was paralyzed. It was like he couldn't move even if he wanted to. He just stood there leaning against the wall outside the door to his bedroom. One single tear managed to escape down his cheek and Derek didn't want to open his eyes because he knew the tears would fall and he wouldn't be able to stop them.
He heard moans of pleasure coming from the bedroom and knew both had finished. He heard some sloppy kissing and whispering he could not make out. Derek opened his eyes quickly and tried to get his brain to function. To tell him what do next. But nothing came to him. He heard the bed creek and someone standup.
"You are going to make me late. I have a meeting at 4 and it is already 3:30."
He heard his wife's voice. 'Guess she didn't get the memo' he thought to himself. He was also supposed to be at the meeting, but it was cancelled due to the Chief of Surgery having a family emergency. Derek almost laughed out loud with that thought, since he was currently caught up in his own family emergency. One he hadn't been expecting either. He thought his wife was busy getting her weekly massage, well at least now he knew that was alie. Well maybe it wasn't a lie, she certainly had been getting worked over this afternoon. So Derek guessed that could be considered a massage.
The feeling of rage came over him like a summer storm that sweeps over the land without any warning. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his wife's voice getting louder as if she was approaching the door.
"Where did you throw my bra, you naughty boy?" she said in a playful voice.
Derek quickly looked down at the carpet and there, under his shoe, was the red silk bra he had given her last year for Christmas. He reached down to grab it. As he stood up, his wife appeared in the hallway with only the red silk panties on that was apart of the set.
"Here it is" Derek said in a voice he didn't recognize as his own. He held out the undergarment waiting for her to take it.
The smile on her lips vanished. She turned pale.
"Oh my God, Derek" she breathed in a whisper. Her voice resonated with shock.
"Oh my God, Addison" he said back to her with more hate then he thought he could ever have. He was sure his normally crystal blue eyes were black right now.
"Don't you want your bra?" Derek spoke again.
She just stood there staring at him.
"Guess not" he said softly and shrugged his shoulders and dropped the bra to the floor again.
He watched as tears formed in Addison's eyes. A wave of disgust poured over him.
"Don't you dare cry bitch. Don't you dare. If I see even one tear shed by you I think I'll kill you."
Addison blinked them back. She opened her mouth to say something but Derek stopped her.
"You don't get to talk either. I don't want to hear another lie out of your filthy mouth. You are dead to me… do you understand that? DEAD TO ME!" He screamed.
Suddenly Mark appeared in the hallway behind Addison.
"What the hell is…." He stopped in mid sentence. "Derek…"
Derek felt something inside him snap. "You have exactly 10 seconds to get the hell out of my house before I beat you so bad your own mother won't recognize you…10…9…."
Derek started counting and Mark scrambled to grab his belongings. He ran past Derek toward the steps.
"Your coat is on the steps…6…5" he said to Mark still looking at Addison.
He heard the door slam downstairs. Still no one moved.
"I'm going to go into the bedroom and pack. When I come out of this room, you better be gone." He walked past her half naked body and slammed the door.