Suspicious
1104 Words
LORA'S POV
"So, Mr. Charming, you have been screwing our boss and now you got a hot date with Ms. Catherine." I give Jason a teasing nudge in the arm as soon as we return to the kitchen.
He grins, leaning against the counter. “What can I say? I’ve figured out how to work smarter, not harder. They don’t just pay my bills, they spoil me endless. Why say no to a little luxury while it lasts?” He boasts.
Mhhhh, so he really thinks that he's doing smart moves. Luxury like that comes with so many strings attached. Sleeping with her today isn’t the end of it. Sooner or later, it won’t all be champagne and roses.”
"I’m not going to tell you what you can and cannot do Jason, but you do realize that Catherine’s engaged to a very rich man, right? I hope for your sake you keep your private activities with her private and discreet." I caution.
He flashes a confident smile. “Yeah, I understand. I know what I’ve gotten myself into. Don’t worry about me.”
"Well, Mrs. Weston didn’t look too happy about your plans with Catherine. Hope Catherine can get you a new job if you get fired here.” I tell jokingly but inwardly I am very concerned.
Jason just laughs. “Don’t worry about Mrs. Weston. She’s got her eyes on someone else right now, that's why she's not interested in me.”
I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Oh? someone I might know?”
Jason smirks. “Yeah. I hear it’s her driver.”
My smile disappears. Colen?!
"No. That can’t be,” I say, shaking my head as if to dislodge the thought. “It’s impossible. Colen… he would never.”
The idea of my husband, being the object of Mrs. Weston’s cheating feels like a cruel joke. He and I have gossiped about Mrs Weston's affairs before, he even joked about how lucky he is not to be married to a cheating woman like her.
"Yeah, his name's Colen. Lucky bastard. I hear he's been with her for months, maybe a year. She only talked to me twice and went back to him." Jason snorts.
No one here knows Colen and I are married. He always insisted we keep work and home separate, so we never acknowledge each other at work.
Trying to keep my voice unemotional, I say, “I know Colen. He’s a good guy. He loves his wife. He wouldn’t… he just wouldn’t.”
My mind scrambles for any sign, any proof that what Jason is saying is true. I mean me and Colen have had our ups and downs but he would never do something like that, not now, not ever.
Jason just shrugs. “Believe it or not, it’s true. Bonnie saw them together in the garage, said they were making out."
I go numb with this sudden unexpected blow. Unable to bear the shock, I excuse myself and head straight to the washroom, my mind spinning. I have been wondering why our marriage all of a sudden became sucky, why it was dry and flavorless. I am not a bad woman. I try to do the right thing. I had never been unfaithful to him, not once. But we had grown apart. When he comes from work he no longer looks forward to going to bed with me and it had been this way for months. I thought that it would just fix itself, in time. I didn't know he's having an affair with our boss's wife.
With shaking hands and tears blurring my vision, I pull out my phone and type a long message to Colen, stating that we need to talk. I don’t say why. I don’t want to accuse him without proof. Who knows if Bonnie’s telling the truth?
With trembling fingers and tears in my eyes, I take my phone out send him some long message asking him that we need to talk. I don't mention what. I don't want to start pointing fingers when I have no proof. For all I know it could be rumours. Bonnie is one of the cleaners, and she's quite mouthful. I wouldn't believe half of what comes out of her mouth.
I see Colen is online, but he doesn’t reply.
By the end of my shift in the evening my brain is running wild. I quickly take by bag and head out. I can't wait to arrive home and demand answers from Colen. He would have to be heartless to want someone else. Someone that has done nothing for him.
Earlier, I saw the car pick up Ms. Catherine, but it never came back. So he must have gone straight home after dropping her off
My heart is in a desperate need for his assurance that I am still the love of his life. I still have faith that he hasn't forgotten the sacrifices I have for him. Hopefully he'll tell me that all those are stupid rumours, and that he'd never do that to me.That's all it would take for my heart to find peace again.
When I arrive, the car isn’t in the garage but parked outside. At least he’s here, and we can talk.
I don’t find him in the living room or kitchen, so I head upstairs to our bedroom. Just as I enter, he steps out of the bathroom, wearing a blue well-Fitted Polo Shirt, tailored chinos and clean white leather sneakers. He also looks freshly showered. Is he heading out again?
"Hey! you look awesome. Are we going on a date or something?" I question sweetly setting my handbag on the bed. Why the necessity to dress up today?
He puts down his phone, smiling and straightens his collars. “Honey, I’m heading to Matt's house. Boys night out. I’ll be home late.”
It's not the first time he's said he's going to Matt's place. But I am already thinking damn near out loud “Again? Dressed like that?”
“Oh, ok. I’ll be here. Text later. I love you.”
He pecks me on the cheek. “Love ya.”
Door closes and I rush to the window to look out. I watch him make a call before starting the car and driving away.
Call me crazy, but after three years of marriage I know what Colen would and wouldn’t wear to a wide range of events. His story and wardrobe certainly doesn't match, not even close. If he were going to see his friends, he wouldn't even have bothered to bathe.
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