[ CW ] Write two separate scenes , connected in such a way that the twist is not revealed unless you read both .

M.A.D 
 
 
 A. 
 
 
 Sleeping on the couch all the time gets annoying. It ’ s my house, why does she get the bed anyway? We ’ ve been married for a decade, but that doesn ’ t mean it ’ ll stay that way. 
 
 
 I let the hot water run over me, water almost as hot as the secretary sucking my cock. You know what? I ’ m done with her shit. As I finish taking my shower and my secretary, it hits me. I ’ ll get Bruce to take her out, then I don ’ t even have to pay alimony. I throw on a clean Armani suit and get to my limo. 
 
 
 She ’ s so clingy, but I think I ’ ll actually miss her. When we were poor she would take care of me, but once the money started rolling in she just didn ’ t get that I needed my own space. She ’ d always bitch that I came home too late, that I never spent time with her. Normal bitch stuff. I get some schmuck to send her flowers every week, and she ’ s still on my back. I ’ m tired of her shit, Bruce has made all the arrangements: poisoned drink, very cliché. I ’ ve been using him for years and still he wants me to pay up front. He ’ s the best at what he does but sometimes I just don ’ t understand the guy. I step out of the limo. 
 
 
 I apologize. She apologizes. We make up at dinner, some three star restaurant I forget the name of. We clink glasses. I guess it ’ s sad that it had to end this way, I ’ ll miss her. 
 
 
 B. 
 
 
 Having to be quiet all the time gets annoying. But the excitement of cheating on him while he ’ s sleeping on the couch makes up for it. Like every other night, I ’ m waiting for the flower boy to sneak in through the window like some modern day Rapunzel. 
 
 
 He doesn ’ t even bother saying goodbye in the mornings anymore. I guess being bitchy really does pay off. I bite into the pillow as excitement and pleasure wash over me. He ’ s gotten so desperate he ’ s even started buying me flowers every week. Ironically it was his fault I started fucking around in the end. 
 
 
 Its starting to get boring though, and now that I ’ ve found someone else I don ’ t really need him around anymore. I want to scream as loud as I want, and sometimes I just want to let him see. But I want to keep the money too, I guess we can ’ t all have what we want. Shower sex in the morning after he ’ s gone is the best, but all I can think of today is getting rid of him. 
 
 
 I found Bruce on the deepweb a few weeks ago. Cash up front, all professional. Something he never was. In a way that ’ s what drew me to him in the first place. He ’ s so innocent, always needing me to take care of him. But playing babysitter gets boring, and I ’ ve moved on. Some part of me will always miss him though, after all we ’ ve been through. A whole decade thrown down the drain. 
 
 
 He apologizes as soon as he comes home and I give him a wet, soppy kiss. He even puts in tongue, not knowing that I had just sucked off the flower boy moments before. He takes me to the same three star restaurant every week, but the jackass always gets so drunk he forgets the place. I toast the idiot to his death, as Bruce arranged. I guess it ’ s sad that it had to end this way, I ’ ll miss him.
