"I'm home," Derek announced as soon as he got into his apartment. "Where are you, Kathy?" he called out as he went to take a seat just so be could relax himself."I'm upstairs," was the response he got from his wife to which he nodded."Alright, I'm coming."Two minutes later, after getting a cup of water, he was on the way to their room upstairs with his briefcase in his hand. He was sure that the woman would be busy when he gets there and it was no surprise that she was on her laptop when he got there.She was sitting close to where the mirror in the room was and he watched her from where he was standing, seeing that she was typing into her laptop. There was also a document on her laptop which she kept glancing at occasionally.He dropped the briefcase on the bed and then took off his jacket which he also placed on the bed. Then he walked over to her, standing right behind her.In that position, he bent and put his hands around her waist. "What are you doing?" he asked as he whisper
As Marcus was reluctantly finding a way to get in between the couple, Catherine, who still had a frown etched on her face, whispered to Derek."What is he doing here? I thought it's supposed to be just you and me," she said with a stern tone."I know I said that. But Marcus is just here to join us briefly. I can promise that his stay here won't be for long then we can have the time to ourselves," Derek told his wife.Catherine wasn't buying that. And she was this close to telling him to send Marcus away when the man eventually came back with an empty chair which he placed in the middle of the couple.Marcus took a seat but was still confused about what was going on because this wasn't what he had in mind when he got the invitation from Derek to show up at Kingston Hotel."What's going on here, Derek? Why is there a cake on your table? Is it someone's birthday?" Marcus directed the question to Derek while trying to make a guess.He couldn't deny that he noticed the hard stare Catherine
"What are you talking about?" Marcus asked, his expression a mixture of confusion and surprise."You know what I'm talking about. Stop acting like you don't," Derek said."Well, I don't. And I'll be leaving now before you consume me with your bullshit.""The past two weeks made me realize something, Marcus. And it's the fact that your enemies are actually the ones closer to you. You have been my enemy for but u didn't know all these while.""Did you drink something? Why are you speaking nonsense? And since when did I become your enemy?"Derek stood up, facing the man directly. "That's a good question… When?""Can you two sit your asses down and explain to me what is going on here?" Catherine said to them, almost screaming at them.Derek looked at the woman. "I haven't said you should talk," he told her."And since when did you get to give me how and when I should talk?""Since I found out that my allegation against you has always been true."Catherine wasn't getting a hang of what was
Although Derek already had his suspicions, it still came to him as a surprise to find his wife's favourite skirt in the box that he just opened. The box which he just received two minutes ago from the delivery man.Just this morning, while going through the wardrobe that he shares with Catherine, his wife, he found her international passport whereas she told him two days before that she was traveling out of the country for a business trip.Why would she be on a trip out of the country without her passport?"It's about time she explains herself," he says as he puts down the box to fish his phone out of his pocket.Derek wastes no time putting a call through to Catherine. And at the third ring, she picks up."Where are you?" he demands to know, his voice a bit loud and stern. It reflected just how much he was trying to suppress his anger."What?"That was the response that came from the phone. It wasn't even her response that bothered him. It was the fact that she sounded like she was o
Hours have passed but Derek still couldn't find his wife.The thought of knowing that she was possibly cheating on him weighed so much on his head that he didn't know when he made his way to a bar.He was never one to smoke but right now he was on the third stick of cigarette. And from the look of things, he was going to drown himself in it.Could Catherine really be cheating on him? Who sent the package in the first place? Was it her? Or was it the man she was cheating on him with?A call drives him out of his thoughts and he checks the ID to see it was Nadia."Hello," he says into the phone, puffing a cloud a smoke out of his mouth as he hits the butt of the cigarette on the ashtray."Derek. I'm sorry about what you might have heard earlier. I can promise that it's not what you think," Nadia tells him as she pleads."What am I supposed to think then?""Whatever you heard was just a joke," she claims. "I was dancing with a friend and he jokingly made that remark. Shouldn't have let h
"What happened?" Derek asks into the phone almost nonchalantly as he waits for his wife to explain herself."I'm sorry about earlier," Catherine pleads. "I got knocked down by someone while on the call with you and my phone broke instantly. That's why I haven't been able to reach you since then."He listened to his wife's voice with complete interest. The same voice that always had him mesmerized whenever he hears it except for now.He was finding it hard to believe any word that came out her mouth. Not with what happened this morning.So he asks her, "And what were you doing this morning that made someone knock you down?""I was jogging.""So, if your phone broke, which phone are you using to speak to me now?"He thought he was going to catch her lies from there but she had something to say as a response."The stranger that caused the damage offered to buy me a new one and that's what I just did. I'm speaking to you with a new phone.""Of course, he didn't. How was he going to believ
A few days after the supposed incident, Catherine was finally coming home. And despite Derek's complicated feelings, he still took his time to prepare her a delicious meal to eat."I'm coming," he announces right after he hears the sound of the doorbell. Some seconds ago, he heard the sound of a car pulling up in front of the apartment.He had just finished setting up the table so he quickly rushed over to the door to get it. When he opens it, he finds Catherine standing there with a bag in her hand.Catherine was still as beautiful as ever. Her petite structure was one to die for and there was no doubt that her facial beauty still has Derek mesmerized even after years of marriage to her.One thing he found strange was the fact that she has a long sleeved top on which he thought wasn't appropriate for the weather.Perhaps it was as a result of where she was coming from. That was the thought he used to wash out any negative presumption he had about the initial thought.A smile makes it
"If that's not a gift, then where did you get that from?" Catherine asks but Derek could still see through her uneasiness.Seeing her acting this strange could only mean one thing. But he didn't want to admit that it was what he was thinking."Like I said before, it was sent to me. And this is yours, Catherine. You've always had it. Can you explain what's going on here?" he confronts her with that and it didn't do much to take off her strange reaction.At first Catherine sighs. Then her face lights up like she suddenly recalled something. A completely different reaction to what she had on before."That's it," she says out loud. "I had that skirt on some days ago at a party and then washed it after. I left it out to dry but couldn't find it when I went to take it off. That's possibly why you have it here with you."Her explanation wasn't adding up. To Derek, it didn't make much sense. It was more like she was trying to play around with him."I don't get you," Derek declares. "Why would