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Three is a crowd: Is Diane getting too comfortable?

(Continued from last issue)

David and Diane have been married for years; then there is Julie, the young secretary whose axis collides with the couple’s in ways none of them saw coming.

JULIE

Although I had resolved to wait for David to contact me first, after over a week of complete silence from him, and the fact that I was beginning to run low on supplies and money, I had no choice but to reach out to him.

“Hi; it’s been a while,” I texted him, testing the waters to gauge his mood from his response.

It was early on a Wednesday afternoon, and while I knew he did not like me contacting him at work, I wanted to give him sufficient time to plan to come over – if I succeeded in convincing him to do so.

For several minutes after I could see that he had read the text from the blue ticks beside it, there was no response, and I was beginning to contemplate sending another text, when he finally replied: “What is it? I’m busy”.

Far from encouraging, but at least I had my answer about what sort of mood he was in.

“I was hoping you could pass by this evening,”

I pressed on, undeterred by his cold tone. I knew from past experience that gentle, coaxing persistence was the way to go with David when he was mad, which he clearly was.

“What for?”
“Junior misses you – and so do I.”
“You should have thought of that before you had your boyfriend take you two out then.” “He’s not my boyfriend; we’re just friends!”

“You must think I’m really stupid if you expect me to believe that after what I saw.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid, but I do need you to believe me, because it’s the truth.”

He didn’t reply to that text as swiftly as he had to the others; so, sensing his hesitation, I went on.

“Please just come over; if you don’t want to hear me out, that’s fine, but at least come see Junior.”

I knew that using Junior was a low, desperate move, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and these definitely qualified as ‘desperate times’.

In any case, it worked, as after another brief pause, in which I waited with bated breath, his final text arrived: “I’ll be there at four.”

DAVID

By immersing myself in work, the children and Diane, I had managed to keep my mind off Julie, and had not thought about her in over a week, until out of the blue, she texted me in the middle of a workday, begging me to go to the apartment.

With that single text, all my buried feelings of rage and betrayal returned full force, and my immediate reaction was to tell her to go to hell, which I pretty much did, but then she started going on about how much Junior missed me, and the mention of him, my last- born son, broke down my armour.

I finally caved and agreed to pass by that very afternoon. After all, it was not Junior’s fault that his mother had been fooling around; so, while I did not want to so much as look at Julie, deep down I knew that because of Junior, I could not stay away from the apartment indefinitely.

At the same time, while I could tell myself that Junior was the only reason I had agreed to go to the apartment, I knew that if Diane were to find out I had been there again, she would not see it quite the same way.

With how great things were going between us, and how hard we had both worked to get to where we now were, I did not want to risk it all by her even suspecting that I had set foot in the apartment; so, I knew it was imperative that there was no change in the time I got back to the house, or anything else she could pick up on that might arouse her suspicions, which was why I came up with an imaginary impromptu meeting at a client’s office, and left work a little after three, ensuring that I had plenty of time to get to the apartment, see Junior, hear what Julie had to say for herself, and still get back home to Diane and the children by six.

DIANE

“I think we might need to get some more stock sooner than we had planned,” Tracy remarked thoughtfully, as we sat in our office, flipping through the pages of the latest sales reports.

They say when it rains, it pours; just like things were going great in my marriage and home life, business at the boutique had been booming as well of late.

“I think you’re right; I can’t believe we’ve sold so much, so fast! I mean I know we’ve had busy periods before, but these figures have got to be the highest we’ve ever had!” I exclaimed happily.

“That’s true; I imagine they are going to make a very healthy contribution to that nest egg you’re building,” she answered pointedly, with the bluntness only very close friends can get away with.

“I guess so,” I shrugged disinterestedly.

My unenthusiastic reaction did not go unnoticed, and pushing aside the reports, Tracy looked at me through narrowed eyes: “What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t tell me you haven’t started building it yet!”

“Of course I have; I guess it’s just that there’s no urgency to fill it up as fast as possible anymore,” I answered with a sly smile.

“I should have known! You’ve been floating around here like you’re on cloud nine ever since you told me about how you and David ran into his girlfriend with that doctor; I take it things have been going well since then.”

“Well’ is an understatement; they’ve never been better! This time it really feels like I’ve gotten the old David back,” I answered candidly.

“That’s great news and I’m really happy for you, but just because things are on the up at the moment, is no reason for you to get comfortable and careless – especially with that nest-egg. You know how men are; they can change in the blink of an eye,” she reminded me warningly.

Tracy was a dear friend who always gave great advice, but at times like this, her tendency to err on the side of caution could be exasperating.

“I think I know my husband well enough to know when he’s genuinely turned a leaf, and David really has; so, thanks for looking out for me, but I’m sure he and I are going to be just fine,” I answered, a tad testily, before picking up the sales report again.

“So, when are we ordering for that new stock?” I asked, pointedly marking an end to the discussion.

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+1 #1 Aysha 2024-07-04 14:08
Let David check cameras at the apartment, he will find out how Julie slept with both him and the doctor on the same day in the same bed!
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0 #2 Saul 2024-07-04 21:55
I somehow find Julie likeable!
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0 #3 Happy 2024-07-10 10:56
Quoting Aysha:
Let David check cameras at the apartment, he will find out how Julie slept with both him and the doctor on the same day in the same bed!


Maaan...I really wonder how David hasnt been mindful of the cameras ever since they were installed, His either a foolish one or Something is just off with this story!!
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