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Today we are annoucing our winner of this weeks theme on The Writer's Lounge. Unfortunately we only had one submission. The submission was by: JulieCJ called "He Loves her...He Loves her not"

Read her story here and leave a comment

Brooke Peterson hurried down the dim hallway. Suddenly, she stopped dead inher tracks. Disbelief coursed through her. Quickly, she darted into an empty room. Leaning against the door, several deep breaths quieted her pounding heart. Squaring her shoulders and with head held high, she stepped back into the hall.
They were gone.
Had she actually seen them?
Had they seen her?
She’d seen her husband, Darren, kissing . . . no, devouring . . . Leslie, a recent hire in accounting. Theirs was no innocent kiss. Brooke stared at the spot where they had been. In her mind, she drifted back . ..
Darren had exploded into her life five years ago. Fresh from college, he was smart, charming– and rich - what every woman wanted. He’d fallen hard for the tall, beautiful Brooke, a co-worker, and part-time model. He knew he would marry only her. He courted her relentlessly, sweeping her off her feet. It was 'happily-ever-after.'
A year later, they married. Married life was wonderful and exciting. What more could a girl want?
“Indeed!” Brooke snorted.
In the present again, Brooke remembered she had come here to find the boxes of baseball caps for the salespeople at the trade show.
Later, at her desk, Brooke remembered.
“Wife,” Darren had said this morning, “You are perfection. Change nothing, and never change.” He nuzzled her neck, knowing exactly where and how to do it.
Brooke had melted.
“Stop!” she nearly shouted as she tossed her thick, chestnut mane. Brooke looked around the office quickly but apparently,no one had noticed.
Unbidden thoughts flooded Brooke’s mind. How long has this been going on? Were there other women? The worst-case thoughts tortured her.
Angry now, Brooke headed for Leslie’s desk.
“How long?” she demanded of the blonde beauty.
“Excuse me?”
“How long have you and Darren been lovers?”
Thecolor drained from Leslie’s face. Her voice shaky, she stammered, “I-I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar!” Brooke hissed, blue eyes flashing. “I saw you with him, near the utility room.”
Leslie sighed. “I told him we’d get caught.” She sobbed softly into her hands.
Brooke turned on her heel, heading now for the elevator. Angrily, she punched the button. Not waiting, she took the stairs.
In the executive suite, Brooke headed for Darren’s office, dodging Maggie, his secretary
“Brooke, he’s . .. ”
“Oh, he’ll see me!” The tone of Brooke’s voice stopped Maggie mid-sentence.
Brooke burst into Darren’s office, stopping abruptly. Darren stood there, smiling, arms outstretched, inviting her to be comforted.
His eyes told her he knew. Damn! Leslie had warned him.
Her pain cried out, “Why?”
He shrugged. “Stupid, I guess.” He moved towards her.
Wanting him, she crossed the office quickly, falling into his familiar, strong arms.
Darren murmured,“Never again, my sweet. Never again.”
Tears coursed on Brooke’s face – somehow, she knew he would cheat again.
But, she loved him. . .

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