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He was smiling to himself as he walked through the door. He was confident that his wife knew nothing about the affair he had been having for the past few weeks. Albert did not hate his wife, far from it, but this girl had been too much to resist. Even the way she spoke his name was seductive.
The smile dropped from his lips when he entered the kitchen and noticed the cup on the table. Some sort of had seeped over the edge and was now solidified around me edges of the white porcelain.
A ruined cake.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers