It was time for Lucy to leave now that Gabe had gone. There was no future for her here anymore. The lovely flat they had brought together meant nothing to her now. Lucy reminisced about the first time they had looked around their home.
" It's small" Gabe had said "But perfectly formed" replied Lucy.
"Just like you" said Gabe. Lucy had cringed and laughed at the same time.
Five years had passed since that day - so much had happened.
Walking into the kitchen Lucy made herself a final cup of coffee and sat down. She couldn't believe she would never again sit across the table from Gabe eating a leisurely breakfast or enjoying a takeaway dinner before returning to their cosy little lounge to sprawl on the sofa and watch some chick flick that she'd picked out earlier.
Washing her mug, Lucy packed it into the waiting removal crate and made her way into the lounge. Photos of her and Gabe on the beach in Cornwall looked back at her. Gabe, his arm flung casually over her shoulder after he'd been surfing, his blonde curls dripping water onto her shoulder; in the New Forest on one of their impromptu weekend trips away and finally her favourite. Gabe looking over his shoulder at her when she'd called him, his hair caught in the sunlight and his smile was just for her. Lucy wiped a tear away from her cheek as she went into their bedroom. She just had a few more things to do before she left. More photos adorned this room. This time they were their wedding photos. It had been the perfect day. High on a hill in Greece they had exchanged vows in front of their families and friends at sunset, then they had eaten, drank and danced late into the night. That had been three years ago and now it was time to move on. Lucy smiled. Such happy memories were being left behind but Lucy knew she would make new ones in the future .
She loaded the crate and the rest of her belongings into the car . She didn't need any of the furniture or fittings that came with the flat. She'd left them for Gabe, along with a few added extras that he wouldn't be expecting such as the cress seeds she'd generously sprinkled into the lounge carpet and then watered. He wouldn't be expecting the fresh prawns either that she'd left behind the radiator in the bedroom, in the bathroom or the few sewn into the hem of the lounge curtains. She'd switched off the freezer and left all the contents to defrost and, for one last touch, she'd called the speaking clock in New York leaving the receiver dangling off the wall. Finally, as she'd left the flat, she'd turned the heating up to full.
In a week's time when he came back, the damage would have been done.
Lucy had known about the affair between him and his personal secretary for a while now and had plotted her revenge after she found the travel details for a business trip to Dubai two weeks ago in both their names but with only one room booked.
She had heard the phrase 'Revenge is a dish best served cold' , but in Gabe's case it would be a whole lot worse!