Tom was sitting at his computer when all of a sudden his heart froze as he heard the door behind him open. Quickly closing the window, he spun around and smiled. “Hey honey, you’re home early!”

Rebecca stood in the doorway, shock and disappointment plastered on her face. “Tom,” she said quietly, “What was that?”

“What was what?” Tom asked a little too casually.

“On your screen,” she said.

“Oh, I dunno. Just looking at the stocks, checking up on the news a bit.”

Rebecca’s brow furrowed as she walked over to the desk. “Don’t lie to me Tom,” she said.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, laughing nervously as she leaned over him and clicked the history button.

“Tom,” she said quietly, “What is this?”

“It’s nothing,” he said frantically, “I thought it was something else I accidentally clicked it…”

Rebecca turned to him, tears in her eyes.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me,” she said.

“Honey really, it’s not…look, I don’t normally look at that stuff, OK! An old friend from high school sent it to me in an email, he didn’t tell me what it was…”

“You’ve been doing this since High School?” she asked, slowly sinking to the floor, head in her hands.

“No, it’s not, no! Look, please, just listen to me,” Tom began, grasping for words that could explain, could set everything right.

“No Tom, you listen to me,” Rebecca said, her voice hardening as she stood up. “I’ve put up with a lot in the fifteen years we’ve been married. I realize that we’re different people. I know that I can’t please your every taste, and that sometimes a man has needs. But Tom, there have to be limits. There’s a line you just can’t cross.”

“Rebecca…” he faltered.

“I could put up with almost anything, Tom,” she said, “But The Star Wars Christmas Special? I’m sorry, Tom. It’s over.”