Episode 3-The Lie He Thinks She Can't See
957 Words
EPISODE 3 — The Lie He Thinks She Can’t See
Zion walked Sasha to the door, trying to act normal, trying to breathe like a man who wasn’t drowning in his own choices.
“Hey… ummm, you okay?” he asked.
Sasha turned slowly, facing him but not stepping closer. Her expression was calm — too calm.
“Yes. I’m fine,” she said softly.
Her voice was steady, gentle… but heavy enough to twist Zion’s stomach.
She walked inside. He followed, pretending everything was still normal.
“I’ll be back late, so don’t wait up, okay?” he said.
Sasha sat on the couch, posture relaxed, eyes calm. Inside, she was heated. Not emotional. Not insecure. Not jealous.
He lied to her face.
And what did he think — that she was stupid? Blind? A fool?
She crossed her legs like a queen settling into her throne.
“Okay,” she said quietly. “You go to work, and I’ll see you when you get back.”
Her tone was polite. Her face unreadable. Her silence dangerous.
Zion nodded, relieved she wasn’t questioning him. He turned toward the door.
“Don’t work too hard,” Sasha added softly.
Her voice was gentle… but it hit him like a warning shot.
Zion paused — then left.
The door closed. Sasha sat in the quiet, eyes steady, mind sharp. She wasn’t going to chase him. She wasn’t going to argue. She wasn’t going to beg a grown man to act right.
She was going to watch.
And when the truth revealed itself, she would walk away without looking back.
Zion drove fast, streetlights streaking past like flashes of guilt. His mind raced.
Did she know who I was talking to?
Did she hear something in my voice?
Sasha isn’t easy to fool…
He gripped the wheel tighter.
He’d kept this secret for six months — deleting messages, hiding calls, juggling lies like fire. He thought he was doing a good job.
Until today.
Until Vicky showed up at the park.
She knew they’d be there.
She planned it.
His stomach twisted.
He pulled into Vicky’s townhome complex. She was outside waiting.
And just like that… he calmed.
Vicky walked toward him, waist swaying, perfume sweet and familiar. She was beautiful — in that reckless, dangerous way that used to thrill him.
But Sasha?
Sasha was breathtaking. Elegant. Powerful. Way out of his league.
Sasha was the woman you build a life with.
Vicky was the woman you play with.
And that was the lie he told himself to justify everything.
“Hey stranger,” Vicky said.
Zion exhaled, tension melting. He shouldn’t be here. He knew that. But he was.
And Vicky knew exactly why.
Zion stepped out of the car. Vicky’s scent wrapped around him. She walked toward him slowly, smiling.
And Zion — drowning in guilt — let himself sink deeper.
He kissed her. Recklessly. Desperately.
Vicky pulled him inside.
Hours slipped by like minutes. Zion didn’t notice the time. He didn’t notice the guilt. He didn’t notice the line he’d crossed so far he couldn’t see it anymore.
Until he glanced at the clock.
Late.
Too late.
Almost morning.
“Hey… I gotta go,” he said.
“Don’t go. Stay a little longer,” Vicky pouted.
“I already stayed longer than I should.”
“Just a little longer.”
Zion hesitated. Then sighed. “Okay… a little longer.”
Vicky smiled — slow, triumphant.
She had him.
And Zion didn’t realize it yet, but this wasn’t just cheating. This was the beginning of the end.
Sasha watched the clock.
Midnight.
1:00 AM.
2:17 AM.
Still no Zion.
She didn’t pace. She didn’t call. She didn’t text. She sat still as glass, letting the truth settle.
Finally, she stood and went upstairs.
The hot shower filled the room with steam. Her muscles relaxed… but her mind sharpened.
For the first time in eight years, Sasha wasn’t planning to stay.
She knew exactly where he was. Exactly who he was with. Exactly what he thought:
That she was soft.
Blind.
Easy to fool.
She let the water run over her face.
From the park…
to the diner…
to the lie he told with a straight face…
She saw everything.
“So he wants to play sides… and she wants to play sweet,” Sasha whispered.
A slow smile curved her lips.
“I’ll teach them both.”
She stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel.
“School is in session,” she murmured. “Silly rabbits… tricks are for kids.”
She slipped into her robe just as she heard it — Zion’s car pulling into the driveway.
Her smile widened — soft, dangerous, knowing.
Game on.
Zion eased the front door open, slipping inside like a man sneaking into a stranger’s home. He tiptoed upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
Sasha lay still, peaceful, eyes closed. Sleeping.
Or so he thought.
He exhaled in relief.
He showered — scrubbing hard, washing off guilt and perfume and evidence.
But Sasha wasn’t asleep.
Her eyes were closed, but her mind was awake. She smelled it the moment he walked in — the faint sweetness of another woman’s perfume.
She didn’t move.
She didn’t speak.
She didn’t confront him.
She just lay there, calm as glass.
Because Sasha wasn’t the type to react.
She was the type to respond.
Zion slipped into bed beside her, breathing uneven.
Sasha didn’t shift toward him.
Didn’t reach for him.
Didn’t acknowledge him.
She felt disgusted — not because he cheated, but because he thought she wouldn’t know.
Morning crept in.
Sasha opened her eyes slowly.
Morning was here.
And then?
Game time.
END OF EPISODE 3
- Writer
