I was collecting my husband’s clothes for the laundry when a letter fell. “Happy anniversary babe! These 7 years were the best of my life. Meet me at Obélix on Wednesday at 8 p.m. Wear red.” I immediately felt sick. It wasn’t for me…We’ve been together for 18 YEARS! After a few minutes, I put the letter back as a perfect plan came to my mind.
Doing the laundry was solely my chore, but what I never expected was to face something larger than stains – a letter that ruined my marriage.
It was a night like any other. I prepared dinner, did the dishes, and went to the laundry room. It was something that I secretly enjoyed. My minutes of silence while I was sorting the clothes. However, the night turned into a nightmare when I found a handwritten letter in my husband’s laundry. It was an elegantly folded letter that slipped from between the folds and fall on the floor.
When I opened it, I recognized my husband’s handwriting, but the words written in that piece of paper weren’t meant for me.
“Happy anniversary, babe! These 7 years have been the best of my life! Meet me at Obélix on Wednesday night, 8 p.m. Be in red.” The problem was that David and I had been married for eighteen years.
My mind raced at the thought of him having another woman in his life.
All of a sudden, I remembered all the late comings, his occasional stays at hotels for the purpose of work, and his believable excuses.
The truth was that I never suspected he could be cheating on me. I trusted him with all my heart.
The following day I went to see if the letter was still there, but it was nowhere to be seen.
Not knowing what to do, I called my mother and asked her for advice. She said I needed to be bold and confront him. But I had another plan. That evening, when he told me he was staying late at work but was instead meeting his other wife, I hired a nanny, put on the red dress David bought me a couple of years ago, which still fit perfectly, and headed towards the fancy restaurant.
David hadn’t taken me out to such an exclusive place in years, saying we should be saving money.
When I entered, I noticed a woman in red, assuming she was my husband’s other wife.
I sat on the next table, my back facing her.
When David entered, he had a huge smile on his face. He was happy to see the woman he wrote that letter to.
It took some time before I stood up and said “hi” to my husband.
His face went pale.
The woman had no idea I was his wife. He told her we were separated but were getting along for the sake of our children. She was confused as he was by my presence.
However, what I couldn’t understand how she never asked to meet me or David’s children if they dated for that long. Nothing about their relationship made sense to me.
Before he could say a word, I left the restaurant and told him he was some explaining to do to his two daughters because I wasn’t planning on doing it myself.
Our marriage broke over that letter he sent to the other woman. At first, I was bitter, but later I was relieved.
