It wasn’t that her steak was not medium rare as she directed the maitre’d who had to take her order because it was a full house tonight.
Her conniption was caused by her husband's philandering and this was merely the last straw.
At least, that’s what she wanted to believe.
That was why she poured the 1,000 euro per bottle aperitif on the poor server's head.
She wasn’t happy with that.
She set him ablaze with her platinum Zippo lighter.
If truth be told, she snuffed a bit of cocaine before her date night with her
husband.
Because she was miserable.
And none of the material trappings she acquired ever made her happy.
The more she had, the more trapped she felt.
She wanted to escape.
No, she needed to escape.
But where?
They had kids and her husband didn’t believe in divorce.
She’d be damned if she would waste her life with the brainless, albeit wealthy
nincompoop she married.
Then again, maybe she wouldn’t.
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