FOOL

As Amelia approached the 'lovely' couple from behind, her insides burned with rage. All this was fake. Fake! Fake! Fake!

It had to be. There was no way they were a happy couple in love. The world could buy that but not her.

She should be the one sitting next to him. She should be the one chuckling at the things he said. Hell, she should be the one he would request a glass of wine for!

Their marriage was as good as fixed from their first date so how did it all go wrong?!

Her eyes hardened in hatred. It was all her fault, wasn't it? That slutty waitress!

First, she sits on his lap, and now as his wife. That harlot!

But she was going to reclaim all of her rights today! She'd employ dirty means if she had to!

Gritting her teeth she got closer. She needed to get rid of the pest first.

And what better way to do that than by spilling a little wine?