“What if he wants to fire me?” I thought suddenly with horror and realized that this was most likely the truth… But then why call me to a cafe? This was all too strange…
A message from Edward came to the phone with the name of the cafe. This place was not far from our work. He was supposed to be there in two hours…
Trying not to think about how disgraced I was in front of him last time, I began to straighten myself out. Finally I washed my hair and put it in a beautiful day hairstyle; I put on makeup, paying attention to my eyes to remove the shadows under them; dressed discreetly, but stylishly. I had to meet a man with whom I was madly in love, and it was not part of my plans to look ugly in front of him!
I tried not to be late and arrived a little before the appointed time at the cafe. Taking a seat by the window, I looked at the opposite building. There were no thoughts left in my head and I was just waiting for what would come.
After a while, Edward sat across from me and nodded:
“I'm glad you have come. The conversation will be a bit unusual.”
I shrugged vaguely and kept looking at him suspiciously.
“Elvira, what are you going to eat?” Edward suddenly smiled calmly, and this surprised me.
He rarely smiled, and especially at me. I ordered a light salad and juice, not much to eat. I was nervous, but for some reason Edward was in no rush to reveal the topic of conversation.
“Okay, I'll start from the beginning.” He sighed and loosened his tie. Only then did I realize that, in fact, he cared as much as I did. But why would he do it? “Here's the thing. Yesterday I… ahem… found out that my wife was cheating on me.”
I choked on the juice.
“Yes… it's true.” He continued absently. “Yesterday I was very angry. Elvira, I have probably never been so unhappy in my life. My wife washed in the bathroom and she left her phone behind. On the screen was a WhatsApp message that said ‘And I miss you baby.’ This seemed suspicious to me and I unlocked the phone. I know it sounds strange, wives usually do this, but…” Edward ran his hand through his hair.
He was quite nervous. I continued in silence, listening carefully and still not understanding what all this meant…
“In general, I began to read the correspondence with this guy. Judging by its short length, my wife cleaned it regularly. There was a declaration of love, discussions about how she could leave me… She wrote to him that she felt sorry for me and that she did not know WHO the father of her baby was… And furthermore… she wrote to him that she hardly had any sex with me.”