Adrian leaned on the balcony of his 10th story penthouse sipping his zinfandel. The sun was setting; it’s final rays shimmered on the rippling Pacific waters. An ocean breeze caressed his serene face.
When the investigator he’d hired to follow Catherine displayed the photos before him, Adrian hadn’t wanted to believe. He’d hired the man to prove that his suspicions were unfounded, restoring his trust. Regrettably, the evidence revealed the truth of his wife’s infidelity.
When confronted, Catherine transformed from the loving bride he’d married to a venomous serpent of hatred. She swore if he tried to divorce her, she’d expose his business dealings with the cartel. She would not surrender the luxury of her privileged life.
He promised no divorce. His request was simple. Obey her marriage vows. She spat in his face and vowed the only man who would touch her was Albert.
The fading sunlight shone on Adrian’s smiling face. In the end, she’d kept her vows, though she required a push in the right direction. Gazing down to the pavement below, he regarded his wife’s mangled body enveloped in a growing red halo.
“Til death do us part,” he smiled, raising the glass to his lips.
Word Count: 200
[This is my entry into the Flash Fiction Challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner by Roger Shipp. Write a story based on a photo prompt and introductory sentence in 200 words or less. I completely forgot to start the story with the prompt sentence this week. My apologies.]