Today is my husband's birthday, and I quietly went to his rented place to surprise him. However, what I saw left me stunned; he gave me a shock first!
Chapter 1
I quietly opened the door to my husband Noah Russell's apartment. It was his birthday that day, and I had wanted to surprise him. But what I saw made me stunned. He had startled me first!
On a simple folding table lay a birthday cake with a corner cut off, the candles long extinguished. Takeout boxes were haphazardly piled together, and a few green beer bottles reflected the dim light. Two plastic cups still held some brown liquid, with bubbles lazily floating to the surface.
Clothes belonging to both a man and a woman were strewn carelessly on the floor and chairs. The woman's underwear was tossed on the floor leading to the bedroom.
Through the door, I could hear labored breathing and a woman's voice, breathlessly asking, "Are you sure your wife won't come today?"
"She won't, don't worry. She's busy with her work at the company. It's not the weekend, so she definitely won't come. Are you really that scared?"
"I'm not scared, I have you to back me up!" This was followed by a series of seductive laughter and moans.
I had watched steamy movies and read erotic novels, but I had never imagined I would witness a live performance in real life, starring my very own husband. I knew what was happening, but a terrifying curiosity compelled me to open the bedroom door.
As the door swung open, the woman let out a startled cry and quickly dove under the covers. Noah turned his head to see me. His first reaction was surprise, but by the third second, his face was calm. "What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting on the bed and pulling a corner of the quilt to cover himself slightly.
I didn't say a word. Everything was crystal clear, I'm not naive. I dropped the gift I had brought for him on the floor, turned around, and walked out the door, running down the stairs into the pitch-black night. I wanted the darkness to cover my eyes or help erase the scene that had just burned into my retinas.
Infidelity wasn't anything new, but seeing it enacted by someone so close to me felt like a weight on my chest, felt like I couldn't breathe. I was seeing stars, my legs were weak and I was unable to move.
This industrial district in Houston, factories stood tall, housing some of the world's top 500 companies. Yet at night, it was eerily quiet, with only the streetlights casting a dim glow, preventing complete darkness. Occasionally, cars would speed by, perhaps carrying couples rushing back to their dorms before lights out.
I managed a workshop of 200 people, dealing with workers daily. Communication was simple, but the tasks were tedious, because I was dealing with a group of youngsters who had a relatively low level of education and had started working early to earn a living.
I felt like a fool. All the signs were there, but I chose to ignore them, deceiving myself.
Noah didn't come looking for me, and I didn't want to see him. I didn't know how to face him, whether to resent or despise him. What difference would it make if he came looking for me? Or if he didn't? I stumbled towards the bus station and hoped to catch a taxi on the way back to my dormitory, the only place that could temporarily house my body and give my heart some respite.
The road stretched out before me, and as I looked ahead, it seemed endless. I wished it could be even longer, with no end in sight, giving me enough time to ponder what had happened between us. Tears streamed down my face, but I clenched my fists. I hated that man!