He pulled the knife out of his stomach and concealed it within his cloak. Trent had been anticipating this moment ever since he knew the truth. He grabbed the man he was standing over and fiercely dragged him to his feet. The man was Charles, his neighbor. Trent started screaming at him. Yelling everything that came to his head, “I thought I could trust you!” The conversation ended abruptly. He quickly ran away from Charles and got back into his car. He drove around the corner just out of sight. He could see the front door to his house from where he was parked but he was sure no one could see him. Charles left Trent’s house and walked over into his. This is exactly what he was afraid of. Trent sat in his car for about an hour but it seemed like three to him. At first, Trent could barely control his rage. His hands began to ache from unknowingly clenching the wheel so tightly. It was as if he was attempting to strangle it his car to death. His imagination ran wild and he couldn’t believe it had come to this. His anger seemed to slowly be subsiding and transformed into disbelief and eventually denial. Trent doubted the entire situation. He knew Charles and never thought his wife would betray him like this. Yet, his suspicions still seemed to be pricking his mind as he started his car and drove back to work. When he got to his office he logged onto his computer and for some reason he decided to check his home security cameras. To his surprise he saw his wife in the bedroom wearing an insufficient amount of clothing for anything but sleep. This struck him as odd considering she was suppose to be at work.
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