Normally, Andrew would have noticed something was wrong from the sound of my voice or the way I looked at him. He might have seen my phone screen, too. This time, he didn’t notice anything. He only cared about leaving and sending his message on WhatsApp.
He explained again, trying to sound patient.
“I’ll be back soon. Don’t overthink it.”
His voice had a bit of stress in it.
“You’ve always been understanding. Please don’t make this harder.”
I sat there, feeling like a balloon with no air. I watched him rush out without saying goodbye.
Finally, I cried. The tears came quietly. In that moment, I understood that there really was no such thing as a man who wanted a side woman.
My best friend, Monica Green, called me to inform, “Northland Winery has a project that Andrew helped to start and got money for. Something feels wrong after we checked.”
Then, she sent me the details.
“Everyone at the Northland Winery says Andrew spent a lot of money to promote someone named Bianca Willis. No one even dares to joke about that girl.”
Her voice turned cold.
“I also heard there’s a party tonight at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.”
“Did Andrew go somewhere?” she asked.