Nights out, and hospital stays, David was her constant shadow.
And their trips? Always ended with staying away from home.
Each time she returned, I'd grill her for details.
Initially, Lily would assure me they were just friends, staying calm till I backed off.
She even shared her phone passcode to reassure me she'd be home nightly.
For a while, she stopped staying out.
I believed maybe she did care, at least a bit. I was wrong.
Post-marriage, her ties with David only grew stronger.
Her patience thinned, and answers were reduced to a single excuse. David was just a friend, and I was being paranoid.
Then one late night, she was too tired and fell asleep fast.
A message chimed on her phone.
Not thinking much of it, I ignored it until I saw it was from David.
Opening it, I was jolted awake.
[Lily, had fun at my place today?]
[Thinking of getting some sexy stockings; you'd look killer in them.]
[Andrew can't cut it, but hey, you have me.]
Followed by a pouty kiss selfie.
That night, my mind was blown.
Insomnia captured me.
Before, they'd avoid me during their meet-ups.
But now, Lily had him over at our place, right under my nose.
After hanging up, I went home.
But I didn't do it for reconciliation.