Short Story: My Husband, his Mistress and I THE END

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It’s been almost a month since my Husband’s weekend break with his mistress.

What he says still troubles me and I want to confront him about it, but at the same time I’m stuck. His affair is like a drug and I’m addicted. I like watching him come up with new and inventive reasons as to why he’s coming home lane. I love putting on my trench coat; yeah I went out to buy one, to follow him around. I’ve even had my car windows tinted. It’s all very cloak and dagger. I’m getting bolder with the hints I’m dropping him. I think he’s beginning to suspect I know something is going on. But I can’t stop and why should I stop when he can’t either?

“Hey my darling?” I say when my Husband walks through the door.

He gives me, what I can now recognise as a tight smile. I can’t believe I didn’t realise until he mentioned it to his mistress.

I watch him carefully as he goes over to the sink to wash his hands. He sets his briefcase on the table, takes his coat off, hangs it up on the fifth hook, checks the time then begins to wash his hands.

Something’s never change.

I follow him into the bedroom.

“What’s the matter?” He says in alarm.

I’m deviating from our usual routine; we normally have a ten minute conversation about our day before we eat dinner.

“Nothing, I’ve just missed you that’s all.” I say honestly.

“Vivian we can talk at the dinner table.” He says.

I sigh and walk to the door. I hesitate as I watch him meticulously fold the clothes he is taking off.

“You don’t like it when I say darling do you?” I say, unable to keep quiet about it any longer.

I see the alarm flash across his features before he is able to cover it up.

“Wha-what makes you say that?” He stammers.

I chuckle internally before I walk back into the room.

“But you don’t do you?” I press.

Marcus shakes his head very slowly an intense look on his.

“Then I’ll stop saying it. I’m also going to stop attending those pretensions lunches that the partners at your law firms wives like to throw, I’ll only go to the big events to help you.” I add, whiles I’m on a roll I might as well get it all out in the open.

Marcus is staring at me open mouthed.

“Thank you Vivian,” he says after a long moment.

“I just wanted to get that out there,” I say with a shrug before walking back to the kitchen.

I’m in the kitchen mulling over my victory when Marcus comes in.

‘O no!’ I feel myself panicking at the look on his face.

“I love you Vivian,” he says staring at me.

I relax.

“I love you too.”

“I didn’t realise you found the lunches so boring,”

“I would do anything for you.” I say firmly. “Even say darling, despite how much I hate that word.” I force a laugh trying to make light of the situation.

I can feel him starting to crack.

“Why didn’t you say anything Vivian?” He paces around the room in agitation, “all this time I thought, but…” He trails off.

‘O God O no,’ I think frantically, I’ve pushed him too far, I thought the sly hints I was always dropping would do it, but my honesty finally brought out his lie.


My Husband, his Mistress and I part 15

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Michaela comes out of the front door.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, putting her arms around his waist from behind.

“Nothing,” He says on a deep sigh.

“Come one tell,” She coaxes kissing his neck softly.

His spine straightens. “I don’t like talking about her with you,”

I sit up straight in my own chair at the tone he just used to say; ‘her’.

“Marcus come on, we both know what this is, I’m not trying to replace her so you can just tell me.” Michaela says gently rubbing her chin on his shoulder.

“I just hate it when she uses that tone with me, it’s so fake and I can’t understand why she does it. I’d leave her if I didn’t love her so much. All the pretence drives me crazy.” He says in a rush.

I feel like I’ve been slapped.

“Wow,” Is all his mistress can say.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to unload; all this isn’t fair to you.”

“Hunny please, you’re cute but I’m trying not buying.” She says coming to stand in front of him.

He smiles but it’s a sad one.

“Come on, let’s no and eat that famous fish pie the mangers wife keeps raging about then we can work it off, have to keep this figure in check.” Michaela says planting a good solid kiss on my husband.

Marcus chuckles and I’m happy in a vindictive way that it doesn’t sound as deep as the one he gave me which makes me pause. Am I jealous of Michaela? How can Marcus think I don’t love him, I only behave the way he wants me to.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 13

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Michaela gets out of the car and throws her hands in the air, they are shouting at each other – he gets out of the car and points in my direction and I feel the air go out of my body. He knows! She gestures here, then somewhere else and keeps gesturing, I’m getting the idea – she thinks he is paranoid.

He nods at whatever she is saying and makes to get back in the driver’s seat but she kisses him; and he and I both gasp at the same time. Right out in public, Marcus seems to be following my sentiments because they start arguing again.

I belatedly remember the listening device I have in my handbag, I haven’t been using it because the noise from the traffic has been interfering but I get it out just in case. Just when I’m finished setting it up they go back inside.

They drive to a beautiful yet humble looking bed and breakfast and get out.

“For fucks sake Michaela someone could have seen us!” Marcus says as soon as they are out of the car.

“No one saw, just calm down, look we have the whole weekend to ourselves, we both need to unwind so let’s not spend it arguing.” She says sliding her body closer to his and looking deeply into his eyes.

I smile.

“Well played,” I whisper.

They walk towards bed and breakfast.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 10

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“I was so worried about you!” I basically shout.

He’s so alarmed at my sudden outburst that he shuts up. I walk around the breakfast bar and begin to massage his shoulders.

“I know how good with time you are, always one for the rules,” I say supressing a grin.

He sighs heavily.

“Listen Vivian,”

“Yes, my darling?”

I feel him tense under my hands and I wonder what he is remembering.

He stands so suddenly that I am thrown off balance.

“I need to get going,” he says abruptly.

I smile as he turns around and there is a strange look in his eyes as he meets my gaze. I can’t read his face, the guilt is still there but something new is brewing just beneath the surface.


He looks away and heads for the door, I follow immediately and we exchange our usually pleasantries.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 9

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I’m buzzing – I feel like a live wire set to explode. I usually get up twenty minutes before Marcus, but today, well today was different. I’ve been up for an hour and even though I haven’t hadn’t had a single drop of coffee; I’ll probably need to be peeled off the ceiling.

I finally hear Marcus get out of the bathroom and a bolt of electricity shimmers through me. I’ve just finished his breakfast despite being up for so long – he likes his meals warm. I quickly glance at my reflection in the mirror – my eyes are too bright and my smile is too big but I can’t help it. Last night Marcus fell asleep on the couch almost as soon as he had walked in – so uncharacteristic that I stared at him for a good twenty minutes.

“Morning Vivian,” a deep voice says.

I bite my lip, and plant a worried expression on my face before turning to face him.

The guilt in his eyes is too much and I feel my temper flare – he can’t cope to the truth already!

“Here,” I say thrusting a shake in front of his face, “I made you a special shake; it will clear your head.”

He sits reluctantly.

“Thank you,” Marcus says after he’s taken a healthy drink from his shake. “That really actually helps, you didn’t have to.”

Again with the guilt in his eyes.

Sensing he’s about to confess, I quickly say.

“Of course, I really want you to win that big case you’ve been working on.”

“O…right of course,” he says putting the shake to his lips once more.

“You certainly need your energy after yesterday’s activities.”

“What?” He says alarmed.

“The party,” I clarify innocently.

“O yeah erm yeah of course.” He clears his throat and his eyes look worried. “Listen about last night –”

Shit! I’ve pushed him too far.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 8

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I smile as I put the phone down; Marcus stares at his phone for a moment before he glances back towards his office where the woman is still under the table. John has wondered off and I wonder what my husband is about to do. But then he calls a cab home. I wait expecting something else, maybe a passionate goodbye, a guilty goodbye, anything. But my husband grabs his briefcase from the floor and stumbles downstairs where a cab has just pulled up. I look back upstairs, the woman is still under the table, and just as I’m about to give up and follow my husband who has just gotten into the cab home, the woman gets up slowly, and looks out the window, she looks after my husband, and I catch the look in her eyes and smile relived. This isn’t over.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 7

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It’s John, one of the older partners; he’s also unsteady on his feet, but not as unsteady as my husband or the woman. I glance back and forth, wondering what will happen; I tense, biting my lip in anticipation. The pair start as John bangs on the door. The woman dashes under the table and I suppress a babble of laughter at her poor choice. My husband does an even poorer job of fixing his clothes. What have they been drinking I wonder, it must be that scotch Parker keeps in his office. I’ve tried a sip and it kept me buzzing for the whole day, it says forty years on the bottle, but I’m pretty sure that scotch has been around since scotch was invented. John talks to my husband and I watch the woman; she looks so afraid and I actually start laughing. My husband makes the mistake of glancing at the desk a few times, but John is clearly too far gone to notice. But not far gone enough to tell my husband that I called, because the next thing I know, my phone is bleeping, I pick up immediately, eager to know what he will say.

“Vivian?” My husband slurs, walking into another room with John, and throwing a hand out to steady himself.

“Jesus Marc, where are you? I’ve been worried sick! I almost called the police.” I say adding a touch of hysteria to my voice, as I try and push down the laughter that seems to be bubbling up in me.

“I’m so sorry, I was…I was drinking, yes I was drinking. I apologize, sorry, I’m really sorry…”
O no! He can’t tell me, not, certainly not over the phone!

“Just come home, safely please!” I beg, trying to sound desperate, whiles keeping an eye on the woman who is still hiding under the table, I briefly wonder if she’ll stay there all night.

“Of course, of course, I’m leaving, and I’m sorry Viv.” He says.