Every time I asked, he'd frown.
"Picked it up at a work dinner. Stop being paranoid."
And I'd actually believed him.
Now that I thought about it, he probably saw me as a fool.
"I don't have time tomorrow. Let's make it the day after."
He didn't even turn around. "Works for me. We can finalize the divorce, then go have dinner and break the news."
I barely slept that night. I lay there staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
The next day, I left work an hour early.
At five o'clock sharp, I stood outside the convenience store across from his office building.
Coffee in hand. Eyes locked on the lobby exit.
At five forty, he appeared.
Not alone.
A young woman walked beside him. Early twenties, by the look of her. Long hair, dressed trendy but fresh-faced.
They were close together, laughing as they walked.
She said something, and he reached over and ruffled her hair.
I followed them all the way to a restaurant.
The girl was feeding him cake with a fork, her eyes crinkling into little crescents when she smiled.
I walked straight to their table.
Clement looked up. The smile on his face froze solid.
The girl followed his gaze and turned around.