Then he departs from the room and leaves behind guilt residingin my chest.
Little does he know, it’s not because I miss Bobby. I may miss memories and what I believed we had. A future I had imagined and planned with the hopes of happiness and warmth, but he killed it.
There’s nothing left anymore.
The projection of everything I dreamed about was shattered the moment I saw confirmation that Bobby was and is cheating on me.
Navigating through my phone, I ring Bobby before I talk myself out of it.
“Geezus Christ,” he pants after the second ring, but he sounds as though he just ran five miles. More than likely, he’s been ramming some random woman for the last five minutes. “I was hoping you were going to call me again. Where are you?”
I instantly notice he doesn’t say my name. I never recognized that before until just now.
And it sounds like he’s moving to obtain some privacy.
“Meirna?”
Ah, there it is.
“I’m here,” I deadpan, feeling my temper begin to rise. “Where are you?”
“Home,” he says, which would check out due to the time difference, but it still doesn’t do him any favors. “I’ve been spending night and day searching for you.”
I’m not impressed.
Just now, I’m realizing that he never stood up for me with his mother. That I wanted to go to Prague for our honeymoon, not Paris. That I’ve tried to make his life easier by not being or wanting to spend quality time together.
I was accommodating as all hell, and he was fucking Jolene.
“I’m surprised.”
“What—why? Of course, I’d be looking for you, Meirna. What kind of fucking comment is that?”
My heartbeat kicks into overdrive, and the words I want to spill will change everything between us.
For good.
It officially ends an era in my life.
“The kind where Jolene and your harem of females take up a lot of your time, Bobby. It’s almost insulting that you’d think I’d never figure it out.”
Because God, I pray I would’ve picked that up eventually on my own. However, I would’ve been married to him by now, wasted who knows how many years, and been even more miserable emotionally.
“Who?”
The absolute gall of this guy to play innocent.
But that’s what all cheaters do, right? They make you feel like you’re crazy. That you have nothing to worry about. That you’ve got something wrong or simply deny, deny, deny.
“I called to tell you to call off your search,” I proclaim, feeling somewhat empowered by my words. “There’s no need to waste your time. I’ll send you the text messages and pictures, though, if you need reminding. But Ihighlydoubt you do.”
“Meirna…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Cheat on me, then insult my intelligence on top of it. Geezus, Bobby, I know you weren’t the brightest crayon in the box, but you did know how to pick up on cues. Obviously, because you were never volunteering in Stonehaven that day. I met Bronte, not you.”
“Itwasme,” he retorts angrily. “We met. That wasme.”
“We didn’t kiss the first day,” I carp back. “I’m notJolene.”
