TRAPPED IN A DARK ROMANCE

Chapter 6: Suspicions

After I had finished listening to him like that, I decided to enter the room by irruption.

If he had continued his conversation as if nothing had happened, it would have silenced my suspicions, but instead when he saw me enter he acted as if he wasn't on the phone, he quickly hung up, while saying:

- Really, people from work, they never want to leave me alone, even when I'm already home.

- My darling, what do you want? You are indispensable to them, you have to put up with it.

I wanted to try to grill him a bit to find out what he was really talking about on the phone, but I knew that if it was something weird, he would have lied to me, so there was no point in asking, so I opted for another way.

- Now that you're home, I need you to take care of me, honey, I've missed you too much.

- I'd love to, darling, come into my arms...

And so we made love until we were exhausted, and my idea was that while he was sleeping I would search his phone, and so I did.

While he was sleeping peacefully, I took his phone, we knew each other's passwords. I went through his call list and took the last number he had spoken to, it was even an unknown number.

I was also going to call that number later to find out who it was. Then I went to his voicemail, and there I didn't really find anything to worry about, so I was done with his phone.

As for the number I had taken, I was going to call it later, at a time when John was out, to make sure I was alone when I found out who it was.

By the way, what do you want me to say, it's true that at first sight you think that there wasn't really anything to suspect, that I was maybe doing too much, but in reality deep inside of me it was a mixture, a combination of bad feeling and female intuition.

It's hard to explain but that's how it was, and don't worry, the rest of the story will eventually prove me right. After that I fell asleep myself, and later we were both woken up by John's phone ringing.

- Baby, your phone...

But he was still a little out of it, so in order not to lose the call, I picked up the phone myself, I

was his wife, he was me, and I was him, the name that came up was Samantha.

When I picked up the phone, she had started the discussion in such an intimate way I could say

- Hello, how are you?

- Hello, uh this is not John, but if you have a message for him I can pass it on, he's sleeping.

- Uh... uh yes, this is Samantha, I'm his secretary.

- Okay, and what message can I give him for you, Miss Samantha?

In the end, John was not sleeping so soundly, as soon as he heard the name Samantha, he woke up quickly.

- Is that Samantha? Give me the phone.

I handed him the phone and watching him talk, I wondered what was going on, was it the visit of my girlfriend Natalie that was making me paranoid, so that I was now starting to find my husband suspicious of everything and anything?

Because seriously, I had never been suspicious of him before, but now he was suddenly doing things and behaving suspiciously.

- Hello, is there still an emergency? ... Oh okay, we'll sort it out tomorrow at the office then... no worries, see you tomorrow.

I was not an i***t, from the tone in which this Samantha had picked up the phone, it was clear that it was not for a professional call at first; a secretary calling her boss would have said "Hello Sir", not what this Samantha had said.

I was just watching John; he wanted to go back to bed as if nothing had happened, but he quickly realized that I was looking at him waiting for an explanation.

- What's the matter, baby? Is something wrong?

- Are you really asking me that? Where does it come from that your secretary calls you at night, and in such an intimate tone? And you pick up the phone, you cut the conversation short as if you didn't want to say something you wanted to hide, right?

- No, darling, you're imagining things, I assure you, there's nothing.

- If you wanted to put me in confidence so much, you would have put that call on speakerphone.

- I didn't think of that but believe me there's nothing, honey, have I ever lied to you? Come to bed, come.

At first I let it go, but I was really starting to be convinced that my conversation with Nathalia

earlier was opening my eyes to things that I apparently hadn't seen since.

John was just acting suspiciously. It was decided, I was going to transform myself into Inspector Colombo, and you can believe me, the things I will discover in the continuation of the story, will leave you speechless, and if there is well one thing that I would like you to retain from this story it is this " THE HUMAN BEING IS ESSENTIALLY BAD AND IMPREVISIBLE ".

The next morning when I woke up, John was already ready to go to work.

- You slept a long time and I didn't want to wake you up. I've got to go, see you tonight dear.

- See you tonight, honey.

Once he was gone, I remembered the number I had taken from his phone yesterday, I just

wanted to call to see who it was.

So I dialed the number, and lo and behold, the number was unreachable, it said this line had been suspended, a number that had actually made a call yesterday the day before? It was weird.

So there was no way of knowing who John had spoken to, at least one thing was certain, it wasn't his secretary.

What worried me the most, to tell the truth, was what John and this person were talking about, because from what I had heard it was as if they were talking about something dirty.

They were talking about a "hit that didn't work", as if they were doing something to someone; I was really starting to fear that after my conversation with Natalie, I would suddenly discover another side of my husband that might not be pretty to see.

Except that, for the moment, I didn't really have any clue that I was going to conduct any

research, so I let it go. After I finished doing the various chores around the house, I laid down on the couch.

The power had been turned off so I was a little bored, and lying on the couch I started thinking about what Nathalia had told me about my ex-boyfriend Christian, that she had seen him at the super market and that he was very nice.

So, with my curiosity as a woman, I wanted to see with my own eyes what was going on, and especially because we women always like to watch from time to time what happens to our exes, just to see if we should not regret having left them.

So I went on social medias to check his profile and yes, he was not bad, I do not know what took me but I commented on one of his pictures by saying "handsome", it was just a simple comment of nothing at all I thought, it was not very serious.

But the fact is, we women are always like that, what we do is not serious, yet we know that it

is. We do things and then we don't want to suffer the consequences, saying that we didn't know what we were doing, but the reality is that we always know what we're doing, it's just that we always think that things will happen as we want.

If I, for example, had caught a comment like "sexy woman", coming from my husband on a girl's publication, I would have been furious and I would have made a lot of problems because I would have considered it serious.

However, I had just done it, on the publication of my ex, a man with whom I had slept in the past. But as it was me, I said to myself now "ah it's only a comment, it's not serious", really we women are sometimes terrible...

Except that this "simple and not serious" comment, as I said, kept me going. Because later in the day, I received a message from Christian:

- Hello sexy lady...

I had nothing to do, I was bored, a point I want to emphasize because it also shows how a woman without activity can be exposed to all kinds of vices. I thought, why not answer?

- hi...

- So how are you? How are you doing?

- I'm doing pretty well, but not as well as you, your life shines.

- Ah who are you trying to flatter? Forget it. Do you want to have a drink with me?

- Christian I already told you I'm married.

- I know, and what did I ask you to do wrong? Just to have a drink, I didn't ask you to get together and do things that are forbidden to minors.

- Except that you and I know each other well, Christian, and we know that with you a drink can very quickly lead to doing things that are not very correct.

- So you see that it's you who is actually afraid of not being able to resist in front of me... But don't worry, I've changed too, I even have a fiancée.

- Wow! You, a fiancée? My congratulations, that's incredible.

- So you see I've changed. So, shall we say 3pm at the usual restaurant from before?

-ME: Okay.

And that's how we women like to flirt with danger, always believing that we are in absolute control of the situation, but life is quick to remind us that we are only human, not GOD...

To be continued...