As soon as he unlocked it, he saw a screenshot of that social media post.
For a moment, panic flashed in his eyes. "Gloria, it's not what you think."
Realizing I couldn't hear him, he hurriedly typed. "Lost a dare at the reunion. I blocked you from seeing it because I didn't want you to misunderstand."
Because he claimed office relationships were bad for business, we'd kept our marriage a secret for five years. He'd never once posted about me on social media.
"I don't know who's stirring the pot, damn it." Alan cursed, completely oblivious to his own wrongdoing.
He didn't regret spending the night with another woman, only that he hadn't been careful enough to keep it from me.
Alan didn't bother to explain further. He didn't even try to comfort me, just grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom.
I sat on the couch, stunned, with his words "See you tonight, my love" echoing in my head.
She is his love. So what am I? Our five-year marriage was a joke.
"I've got to work late, won't be home tonight," he said after his shower, wearing cologne for the first time—a citrus-scented one.