How corrupt have you become?

A Monday evening stroll, down the boulevard, It was a clear and beautiful night, Until i see you through the window, With another women, Drinking champagne in the place we used to eat, And as I stared through the glass, Tears rolling down my face, You’re flirting like a dog, I dry my eyes and head back home You’ll arrive from “Work” soon, Your clothes smelling of her perfume, As i pack your suitcase, I try understanding how you could do this, I think back on all your mistakes, And it just can’t carry on this way. Our children think you’ve won now, They couldn’t be more wrong, Revenge comes in many more ways than one.