After Party

"Don't touch me with those filthy hands." Elizabeth removed her hands from his, feeling disgusted by fingers that would have probably been in the woman's private parts.

"Lizzy, let me–"

"How could you, Henry?" she whispered, her voice shaking with tears. "How could you do this to me?"

The other woman, still lying on the bed, spoke up. "Henry, who is this? Your wife?"

Elizabeth's eyes flashed back to Henry, her anger and pain boiling over. "Wife? Ha! I was never his wife. I was just a fool who believed his lies."

Henry took a step towards her, but Elizabeth held up a hand, her eyes welling up with tears. "Don't come near me, Henry. You've done enough damage already."

As she stumbled backward, her body hit the table, and a bottle fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Elizabeth felt like her heart was doing the same – shattering into a million pieces.