All is good with her life until one fateful night she walked in on her husband of 8 years in bed with her best friend's boyfriend's aunt. She stares in shock as do the two on the bed. Her husband watches as her face turns from shock to hurt to anger. Her face becomes contorted with rage as her mind begins to process the scene before her. Her eyes turn black with anger and red begins to cloud her vision. Her husband gets up and slowly approaches her, hands raised slightly as if he's going to calm a rabid animal.

"Honey?" her husband asks "it's not what it looks like?" it came out as a question

. O right you just HAPPENED to fall on top of her and you both just HAPPENED to be naked. Yea right my ass.

"DO YOU REALLY THINK IM RETARDED? DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT 'IT ISNT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE'!" She all but screamed.

Her husband flinched at the sight. His wife was not the one to be caught yelling. She usually had a mellow feel about her – the only way she would yell at you is if she was really pissed to the point where she would kill you or if you almost put her Gucci shirt in the washer instead of dry cleaning it. She slowly shook her head traitor tears falling down her face.

"I'm leaving." She whispered hoarsely. She ran into the den took her duffle bag ran back into the master bedroom and began throwing her clothes in the bag.

Her husband came up behind her and said," Babe where are you going?"

he was acting as if she didn't just catch him in bed with someone else. He placed his hands on her hips. Bad choice. She picked up her foot and kicked it back at full force he collapsed with a grunt she spun at top speed and punched his in the nose he fell back still on his knees covering his now bloody nose. She spun on her heel walking toward the door.

She stopped in the doorway turned to her ex-husband and said "that's why you don't mess with Rose Hathaway." And with that she walked out the house slamming the door.