One More Night

Prologue

Affair. Always feared that word, especially now since I'm married. Never thought that it could happen, but when it did, it hit me hard, made me doubt, made me angry, made me confused, made me scared. Scared that I lost somebody, scared that I lost myself.

11am, my first mistake.

"Honey? Hi, um, it's Carter. I need your laptop, my damn thing's not working again. I know you don't usually let me use it but it's important. Steph phoned me last night and she said she sent some details about her wedding through email and I want to look at it. 'Kay, call me when you're off."

I had sent that message at least four hours ago, still no reply. I became so impatient I didn't care about his permission anymore, I took it from his office and went back to our bedroom. I flipped the top open and the screen opened. I found that odd since he always turned it off and logged out after he was done. What I found stranger was that his emails was on, that part was okay, but the fact that there was someone I didn't know, was not. What the hell?

My second mistake, I clicked on the email.

It was sent by some person by the name of Lovely Sienna. What the fuck? Fear tightened my chest making it hard for me to breathe. Wait, was I even breathing? I scrolled down, reading the rest of message, my hands became all sweaty, a habit I did when I was nervous. Doubt completely filled me, was Roland cheating on me? And soon my question was answered by a sentence in the email.

I absolutely loved our date on Thursday, we should do it again sometime. I feel bad for your wife though, it read. I slammed the laptop closed, anger bubbling inside me. I can't believe Roland would do such an awful thing. I felt hurt, I trusted him, he's supposed to be my husband! I picked up my phone and called him. It went straight to voicemail, but I didn't care, he was going to get my message anyway. "You know what Roland? Fuck you. It's over, have fun fucking Lovely."

My third mistake, letting myself get hurt.

I ended the call and sunk to the ground, crying. I felt betrayed, alone, scared. I sat on floor in a ball, as if I could protect myself from the cold world. I didn't know how long I've been sitting there, but by the time I stood up it was dark. I went downstairs and grabbed my bag and slammed the door behind me. The cold bitter wind of November hit me, but I couldn't feel it because I was just as cold.

The words still echoed in my head. I feel bad for your wife though.

I feel bad for your wife

I feel bad for

I feel bad