Rebecca grabbed the steering wheel of her car with intent. Her perfectly manicured fingernails straining against the wheel for strength.

Her head fell forward as if the life had been sucked right out from her.  She sunk forwards, going limp. Her body starting to writhe as a low ghostlike wail began to rise from deep within the caverns of her chest. 

The wail grew quickly into a scream, as her tears covered her cheeks like a flash flood.

Raindrops of her desperate sorrow dripped onto her bountiful bosom.   Her sexy dinner dress shook over her tense frame. 

 The dress, the special dress her husband liked so much. Her " **** me dress". 

" **** YOU! "

She yelled, hardly able to help herself.

" How could you ?"

She wondered out loud.   It was THEIR anniversary. It was supposed to be her, undressed and climaxing under her husband behind the bar.

It was meant to be she, that Andrew was " In Love" with.  Not this other woman, girl, SLUT !

" BITCH "

She slammed her fist on the wheel, and felt a sting as her wedding ring smashed against her 2 carat diamond engagement ring.  

The pain coursed through her fingers and washed over her like a friend. Comforting her, she could still feel.. Something, other then this rage that had consumed her. Something other then how betrayed she felt.

" THAT LIAR !!!!!! "

Another scream let loose as her eyes fixed on the sparkling of her ring through the tears dripping off her eyelashes.

She grabbed her engagement ring about to rip it off and throw it as far as she could manage.  She tugged, but it was too snug to pull without more surges of that familiar pain.

" You bastard "

She began to cry again.

" I believed in you "

She tried to shake it off, stay strong.

Think!

But, every time she tried to clear her mind all she could see was her husband, pumping away at that blond whore beneath him.  

The more she saw them , the more she realized. Just how young the blond girl he was with seemed.    Her pretty pink lipstick had been smeared all over her lips as she watched him together.  

It couldn't just be another woman, IT HAD TO BE A YOUNG WOMAN.

She felt so insecure, so fat, so unwanted, so unnecessary.  What purpose did she have now.  How could she compete with such a young pretty thing ?!

" Stephanie, I think I am falling in Love with You "

The words of her husband echoed through her throbbing brain ,  toxic visions rushing through her conscious like a runaway freight train.

What could she do ? What should she do ?

How could she even the score?!

She could almost forgive his weakness, but the lies. 

" THE LIES !"

She could never forgive such deception.  Such calculated and cold behavior.   Such disrespect !

" ON OUR ANNIVERSARY FOR CHRISTS SAKE ! "

She slammed her fist down again. The sting returned, and with it. Her focus began to steady.

She couldn't take this sitting down.  She couldn't let him get away with this.

Last time she found him with that other woman.  She FORGAVE HIM. He promised it would NEVER happen again.  That he only LOVED HER.

" YOU PROMISED! "

She cried, into the somber solace of her car. 

Then her head began to rise with determination, without fear.  With something different, something just as cold and calculating as Andrew has been all these months. 

Other images started to form in her mind.  

FIRE

The notice of something sparking from her nearly photographic memories.    She  had been in that place so many times, she almost knew as much as Andrew did about it.

Like the old wiring, not up to code.  How the owner has been slow to update the faults due to his greed and the fact he was well insured even if something did happen...

She knew, something had to happen.

Her choices were few, and all of them equally bleak. 

She went into survival mode.

She shook off those tears, with a bit of sniffling and a tissue.   She reached into the glove box, and grabbed her black leather gloves. Slipping each on with care.

As the affection and reverence she once had for her husband faded, a new feeling grew.

A need to cleanse all the lies she now saw before her.

She grabbed some tissue with her as she strode silently from her car to the backdoor of the restaurant.

She entered the kitchen without a sound. Checking ahead, she heard the reminder of her husbands deception. 

They were still out there, at it. Laughing and moaning.

How dare he mock her and their marriage! 

HOW DARE HE, she thought as the words would not dare leave her lips.

She ducked low, looking for one of those plugs, overloaded with appliances.

It didn't take her long before she found a main, 4 plugged outlet. It was full-up with power cords and extensions.

It was also conveniently located near the cooking oils.

She wadded up the tissue she brought with her and placed it just atop the plugs. Then squirted the whole thing with highly flamable oil and waited. 

Soon a small plume of smoke rose, as sparks jumped occasionally from the unit, a blaze started and she rose with satisfaction. 

She knew it wouldn't be long before the fire climbed to the rest of the oil and spread all across the kitchen from the cords.

She noticed a sprinkler system, and then followed the pipes to a small switch on the wall.  She flipped it to, off.

She then took a nearby broom and propped the broom over the switch to make it look accidental.

She grabbed her husbands ring of keys and used the familiar key to lock the door.   She knew if she let go now, it would lock and it couldn't be opened again without the keys.  

She kept one hand on the door as she crouched low, looking for a good place to hide them. 

Sure as a snake she found a hole and flung them gently into the nearby broom closet.

She peaked behind her just once more, as she smelled the smoke. 

When the shuddering thumps of her husbands indiscretion shook the glasses on the other side of the kitchen wall.  She was reminded, what she was here to do.

She closed her eyes with searing anguish, wondering if she should just die here with him.

She shook off her sadness and forced herself from the now smoke filled room.

Out into the night.

She climbed into her car, and looked up at the stars. 

She switched on the engine, and sped away.  Not daring to look back.

She would deal with what may come, another day. Another way, when she could see through the flames and maybe survive all this fire !

She could only hope to forget, and forgive, maybe then she could learn a new way to live.