Little Mama - Natasha Romanoff

A sledgehammer.

Brielle laid, sprawled out on the couch head against one of the decorative pillows. Staring at nothing in particular. Lost in her thoughts. Was she going to kill Bruce? Pretend she didn't know? Confront him? File for divorce? Would he deny it? A million thoughts were running through her head.

"Okay. It's gonna be okay. We're gonna have a drink. Oof... we're gonna have ten drinks. Uh, hey, do you know the difference between a Manhattan and a sidecar?" Wanda attempted to calm Brie down. If being her sister taught her one thing, silence was worse than anger. "I always forget. Something about vermouth whispering --" She continued on at the mini-bar booth.

"Hey!" Laura announced walking in from the front door. Wanda immediately shushing her. "Guess who found caramel bugles at Kroger?" She continued on, walking to the kitchen. "What is going on? The Bachelorette is on. Hello?"

Brielle got up from the couch and slowly walked to Laura, tear stained face and just hugged her. No words. Just hugged her. Laura looked past Brielle to where Wanda was still standing trying to give her a context to what happened but her ignoring them. "Bruce's having an affair." She then mouthed to Laura.

"What?" She mouthed back. "Bruce's having an affair." She tried again, adding in hand gestures. "Huh?" Laura further questioned. "Bruce is," Wanda started to point to her ring finger, "Having an affair." She then thrusted her hips to imitate him doing the deed.

"Son of a bitch!" She yelled out. "Oh honey. What can we do?" Laura asked, Brielle still hugging her. "How about a screwdriver?" Wanda asked.

"A sledgehammer." Brielle finally spoke out.

"What?" Laura questioned, not following. Brielle left the long hug she was in, walking out to the garage. She dug around before she found the sledgehammer she was talking about. She then calmly walked back in, heading for Bruce's office. Wanda and Laura following behind. Without a word she took the sledgehammer to his desk. To the countless awards he had displayed on a shelf. His filing cabinet. Anything that was breakable.

"You planning on stopping this?" Laura asked Wanda as they both watched from the hallway. "Nah. You?" She then asked, taking a sip from her drink. "Nah, I'm good."

Brielle continued to hit at the filing cabinet until it finally unlocked and papers flew out. One catching her eye with 'OVERDUE' stamped in red bold letters. She squatted down, grabbing it and reading it. "What is it?" Laura questioned trying to see from a distance.

"Oh, my god." Brielle breathed out.

"Does he have another hoe?" Wanda stated.

She looked over to them both, "Worse."

Brielle respectfully asked them both to leave, as Bruce needed to be talked to. They didn't need explaining to understand what she meant. Brielle didn't bother to clean up the mess in his office she made. She turned all the light's off to imitate that everyone was sleeping. Instead she waited at the dining table for him. All the proof to confront him right in front of her.

The front door opened and Bruce let out a sigh, quickly closing it and walking to the kitchen. "If you're looking for the vodka, I drank it." Brielle simply stated. Startling him as he looked over to where she was sitting. He closed the refrigerator door, and walked to the dining room. "What are you doing in the dark?" He innocently asked her

"Guess I'm used to it after twenty years."

"What does that mean?" Bruce further questioned a nervous smile on his face.

"It means your child bride wears very expensive underwear." Brielle explained, the tone yet to change. "What happened to us?"

Bruce slowly nodded his head, as he leaned against the doorway of the dining room. "I was stupid." He started, continuing to nod his head. "I was stupid and..."