The days stretched into weeks, each one filled with the same routine, the same unspoken questions. I felt like I was living in a state of limbo, waiting for the truth to reveal itself. I began checking Alex’s phone logs, looking for any signs of who they might be meeting. But everything was carefully managed, leaving no obvious traces.
One evening, as we sat on the couch watching TV, Alex’s phone buzzed with a message. I tried not to react, but I could feel the tension in the air as they read it, their expression neutral. « Everything okay? » I asked, my voice steady.
« Yeah, » Alex replied, locking the phone and setting it aside. « Just work stuff. »
But I knew better. The appointment, the café, the mysterious conversations—it all pointed to something more. I realized that whatever was happening, it wasn’t just about work.
The following Thursday, I decided to confront the situation head-on. I arranged for a friend to watch the kids and made my way to the café once more, determined to get to the bottom of it. As I approached, I saw Alex again, this time sitting with the same person, their conversation animated.
I took a deep breath and entered the café, my heart racing. It was time to find out the truth, whatever it might be.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
