Such was the situation when he was called into the bedroom. There was his wife was. Standing, arms folded across her breast, covering them. He looked for clues as he walked into the room. The bed was made, Only thing out of place was his stuff. Plied in a heap in the middle of the bed.
"OH Shit" he though to himself, what had happened now?
"Did you really think I wouldn't find out about her?"
He stood stunned, trying to think of something to say other then "Huh"
She handed him the letter, with the picture of them together, naked in a bed. They had obliviously been making love at the time the picture was taken.
He debated what his options were, He had been planing on leaving his wife for quite some time, once everything was arranged. However, Shit had hit the fan, so to speak. He had no idea who had taken the picture, or how she had found it. But the end result was the same. He put his gloves on, reached inside his pocket pulled out a small revolver, a .22 Before she could more or say a word, he held up a pillow and fired through the pillow, effectively smothering the sound of it, and eliminating powder burns. He was wearing gloves when he handled the gun, including loading the shells, so he knew there were no prints or anything traceable on it. She fall forward lading almost in the pile of his stuff on the bed. He didn't move her. He just picked up his stuff put everything back were it was supposed to be. Retrieving the letter and picture, he got out of the house through the back way. Looking around carefully he found his car and left as quickly and quietly as possible.
Once out of the area, be debated what to do. He knew he couldn't call her, at least no on his own phone. Finding a 711 store, he looked around, sure enough they had cameras everywhere, couldn't buy a burner phone here, so be bought a snack to justify he being in there. After several hours of driving around he finely found a place that had prepay phones, and no cameras, so he bought two, making sure they were not from the same batches of of phones, both different brands etc. Having gotten the phones He needed to get in touch with her. He knew where she would be at a certain time. He made sure he was there. They meet. and He told her that he had to kill his wife, showed her the picture of them together, asking how anyone had been able to get those pictures, considering where they were, and what they were doing. The whole time he had been driving around until he meet up with here he came to one conclusion.
when they got to their special meeting place, he confronted her.
"There's only one way this picture could have been taking" He shouted to her. Holding it up to her .
"Yes, Ok I set up the camera to take the picture, I wanted to have something to remember you by, when were were apart. "
"And you sent a copy to my wife? Why?"
"Because I wanted to force you to do what you said you'd do a long time ago. Divorce her."
"Well, that ain't the way It happened now is it? I killed her, because of you, and that damned picture. Worst part is now I can't trust you either. What do we do about that now, Hon?"
"You know me, You know you can trust me, I won't ever tell anyone what happened to your wife, You're secrets safe with me." She pleaded.
"Yeah I know is safe" He raised up his gun again and shot her dead. leaving here where she lay. Got into his car and left.
Twenty minutes later her was pulled over by the cops. they pulled him out of his car . As they were putting the cuffs on him, he looked up.
Out of the back of the police cruiser, got out his wife.