The pure white snow fell lightly from the heavens. A group of crows shimmered in the moonlight.

I stepped in front of an empty lot in a desolate neighborhood. Leaving the engine running in my black Ferrari, I cautiously stepped out into the frosty evening. The snow crunched under my footsteps, the wind nipped my face. I rubbed my arms. A crow flew overhead to join the flock in the tree, laughing as it rushed past me.

Out of the shadows a man stepped into the pool of light cast by the lone lamp post. I greeted him as nicely as I could. The crows rustled in the trees.

I had rehearsed everything I wanted to say to this man. I made no threats, I stated very precisely what I wanted in a calm manner, despite the circumstances. He appeared to understand. His face was hidden in shadow, much like the night we had met.

Finished with what I needed to say, I waited. There appeared to be nothing he wanted to say. Who knew that something as simple as shaking his hand in farewell, a sign that I saw him as my equal - not my rival, would undo me? I had no time to act.

Red stained white like rose petals. I fell. The man walked over me and took my wedding band. I heard the door of my Ferrari open and just as quickly, slam shut.

I could hear the crows laugh and jest. Their feathers showered over me. The last image in my mind was of her - my beloved wife. I forgave her.

I was the fool.