It was Diane, and that was not her sister. He sat quietly, watching as two people emerged from the car. 'What a fucking bitch,' he said to himself as the unfamiliar car pulled into her long driveway. It was now 2:48 AM as he watched the car approaching her house.

He was obsessed with the fact that she had cheated once before, and he was sure that she was doing it again. Every word she said kept cutting through his mind. He kept repeating those lines of their conversation, in his head, over and over. I'll just see you when you get home from work in the morning.'

'My sister is here and we're just talking about nothing, girl stuff, she said. 'I'm really tired,' she told him earlier. Diane was his wife, she had lied, and he was going to see to it that she explained why. As each second passed, he became more and more enraged. He was sure that Diane wouldn't see it from the driveway when she pulled in. He had his car hidden behind the pole barn, at the back of the house. Don sat watching outside Diane's house, as the cold drizzle fell upon his windshield.

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