Affair

“Hon, can I talk with you a moment?” she had asked.

I nodded in agreement. It didn’t seem like anything was wrong. I knew she loved me. I knew she would do anything for me.

Affair.

I remember hearing that word. She didn’t say it, did she? She couldn’t have. She loved me. She wouldn’t betray my trust like that. Not after twenty years of marriage.

Then there were the tears. Were they from me? Were they from her? Or maybe from the both of us. She betrayed me. But she couldn’t do that to me. She loved me.

Sheran into the bedroom shortly after she stopped speaking, but I wasn’t sure why. I heard the suitcase being dragged out from the closet. I saw her clothes being tossed around. But she wouldn’t leave me. Not after so many years. Were we supposed to go on a trip somewhere? No, nothing like that. Why was she packing?

I don’t remember the conversation we had. All I remember was our love. We loved each other. The word ‘affair’ had to be some mistake. It couldn’t be with us.

Yet I saw her leave. Not in her car, not in a taxi, but in his car. Why? Why would she do that? She loved me. I thought she loved me. So why did the affair happen?