I rushed home from university so that I could surprise my husband with dinner. As I drove onto our street, I noticed his car reversing out of the driveway and heading in the other direction. Hang on...why wasn’t he at work? He never got home before me! Curiosity got the better of me and instead of going home to cook, I decided to follow him. The whole time I was nervous incase he saw me. I found it hard to focus on the road. All these thoughts were running through my mind. I didn’t want to be a suspicious kind of wife, but he gave me no other choice. I had no idea what I’d do when he actually stopped driving. What was I even planning on saying to him?
He stopped at a rundown car park, and I waited on the other side of the road to see where he went. I felt so sneaky!! I watched as he pulled a bag out the trunk, and then he walked towards an old hotel a few hundred meters down the road. My heart was pounding by this point. How could he do this?! We’d only been married 3 months and already he was having an affair with someone?! Who was this woman? I hoped she was ugly!!!
I was about to get out of the car and confront him, when my phone beeped…
Ashana baby, I have to work late tonight. Going to stay at the office. See you tomorrow! P.s don’t worry...I will go and eat something!
LIAR!!!!! I ran towards the hotel entrance, but he was nowhere to be seen. I tried to control my breathing as I walked towards the receptionist. My voice was shaking as I said his name and waited to find out which room he’d gone to. It wasn’t exactly a fancy hotel, so the woman at reception didn’t even bat an eyelid. She just gave me a key, without even asking me for I.D. As I walked towards the elevator, I noticed how gross the hotel actually was. The wallpaper was peeling and the carpets were covered in dirty footprints.
And the walls were paper thin. I could hear TVs blaring from some rooms, and near the end of the corridor someone was clearly having a big fight...In a few moments that would be me and my husband too. I gulped…I wasn’t ready for this. Divorced before the year was out...what would people say about me? And my family would be so embarrassed…
I reached his room and took a breath. And then I heard something....Muffled voices. I put my ear up to the door, desperate to hear what this woman sounded like.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I slid the key into the lock and burst the door open. At first I couldn’t see anything. There were no lights on. I just heard some scrambling from under the covers and then two heads popped out like meerkats.
I almost screamed and stumbled back when I realised who it was. Light from the corridor was filtering in and I could just make out their faces. My husband was in bed with...MY BROTHER!! I just stared at them, my jaw hanging open. I didn’t understand. What was my brother doing there?? But then at the same time I felt this huge wave of relief wash over me when I realised there wasn’t another woman there!! So he wasn’t having an affair then!!
My brother was the first to speak. He jumped out of the bed and said, “Uhm Ashana, what are u doing here sis?”
I just stood there, and without even understanding why, tears started coming. I hadn’t realised how worked up I’d got on the drive over here. I hated that I’d been so suspicious of my husband! I could barely focus on what my brother was saying...something about how he’d been on a date and it had ended badly, so my husband had come to check he was OK. Huh? But then why were they in bed together?
As my brother told me this, I looked to my husband with tears in my eyes. I’d thought he’d come over and hug me...I was crying after all, but he didn’t even get up. Whatever, I didn’t need him. I was better than this, I told myself. I wiped my face, and said I was going home. My husband got up after that, and said he’d meet me at home, and that he wouldn’t go back to work...
On the drive home, I felt weird. It still didn’t really add up... My husband is definitely the one my brother would call if he was in a bad situation, because they’re best friends. That’s how I met my husband. Him and my brother met in high school and have been best friends ever since. I’d always had a crush on my husband, and my parents loved him so it seemed like the perfect match! And of course, I didn’t have to get my brother’s approval! So it all worked out.
But that night I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was more to it…
My husband got home not long after me, and he seemed totally fine, like nothing had happened. So...maybe nothing had happened and I was just turning into one of those crazy, clingy wives that I’d dreaded becoming?! One thing was still bothering me though…
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