My husband had just come back from a business trip and was showering. I decided to unpack his luggage since I would be doing laundry the next morning.
His phone began to ring and I glanced at the clock on the wall, past eleven in the dead of the night. Who's calling?
"Babe, can you get that for me please," he shouted from the shower.
"Secretary," his screen read. As soon as I accepted the call the woman began talking.
I didn't even get to actually answer the call.
"Hope you have found my little gift Sir. Just a little something to help you along. I know how boring your wife is. Thank me later. Love you, mwah," then she ended the call.
I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath. He wouldn't do that to me. He would never. We're in love, married for three years, together for five. There's an explanation.
The plan was to be calm and ask him about it when he walked into the room from our bathroom. However, we had been drifting apart for a while, he was coming home late, leaving early, not eating my food. The odds were stacked against me.
I continued to unpack his luggage and met with a small clear plastic bag. Was that lace I was seeing? I dumped the contents on the bed. Red lace thong and an mp3 player.
The odds were stacking higher against me, I didn't like where this was going. Switching it on, I reached for my earphones and began listening to the first audio of five. It was her, that bitch of a secretary moaning and telling my husband how she liked the way he smiled and played with her.
Before I realised what I was doing, the mp3 player was crashing onto the dressing table and toppling things onto the floor. That was noisy.
The cheater shouted, "What was that?"
I ignored him. Some few minutes later when he came out of the bathroom, I was already crying, tears staining my cheeks.
"What the- what's wrong?"
I continued to sob, unable to contain the pain.
"Zee."
"Baby talk to me. What's wrong, are you in pain?"
"Zara!"
"Fuck baby, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."
"I know."
"Wh- what do you- is it- is it her who was on the phone?"
"Huh! You really have been cheating on me," I cried out.
"I swear it wasn't like that, baby I swear I would never cheat on you. Let me explain."
"So you can lie to me like you've been doing for the past.. I don't know how long?"
"Zee, I love you. Please, let me explain."
"You don't hurt people you love."
"I know, I'm sorry. Let me explain. Please."
"Go ahead," I'm weak for him.
"I've been working late as you know and one night, two weeks ago, I fell asleep in my chair at the office. I woke up to kisses and a half naked woman grinding against my dick. I kissed her back, grabbed her ass and helped her to grind on me, I was disoriented and it took a while to register it wasn't you but then I pushed her off when I realised it. I've been avoiding you because I feel so damn guilty. I'm so sorry Zee, I swear I never meant for it to happen."
"That's it?"
"What?"
"Is that all that happened between you?"
"Is there supposed to be more?"
"You tell me."
"What did she say on the phone?"
"She talked about this," I pointed at the thong, "and an mp3 I threw at our dresser."
"Fucking hell, that bitch. It never got past that night when she basically molested me."
I scoffed.
"Look at me Zee. You know me, look into my eyes and tell me I'm lying."
His green eyes were sincere, I had known the moment I allowed him to explain that I was going to forgive him any way.
"I believe you," I sighed out.
"Thank you baby. I love you."
"I love you too."
He lifted me into his lap.
"It's your insecurities again, isn't it?"
"Do you blame me?"
"Zee, I love you. I love your chocolate skin, your thick curly hair. I love your curves, they get me hard so fast. I don't want to be with a white woman, I don't want a skinny model and I don't want a woman with straight hair, you are the one I want. You. You are the one wearing my ring, the one I married. It's not anybody else but you, my wife."
"You say that now, bu-"
