“Sorry, Jeremy, but I never ask you that when you’re always on the phone. What do you want?”
“What are you doing?” he asks sharply.
“Packing our suitcases for Hong Kong.”
“Okay, good night.”
“Jeremy, wait. What’s up?”
“Nothing. See you tomorrow night.” I hear noises in the background, and he hangs up.
Hailey
Ihave a sleepless night and go to my office at 4 am because I can’t stay in bed anymore.
It’s almost 8 am when the doorbell rings. I look out on the balcony and see my mother-in-law. Great!
I go down with a fake smile and open the door.
“Good morning, Ingrid. Why are you here so early?”
“Hi, Hailey. I brought you coffee, as Jeremy asked me.”
“Thanks. Would you like to come in and have one with me?”
“Certainly.”
We go to the kitchen, and I see her browsing around. While I make coffee, she asks me if she can use the restroom, and I point to the one downstairs. After about ten minutes, I start to worry and go to look for her.
“Ingrid, are you okay?” I open the door, and the bathroom is empty. I hear footsteps upstairs, and I follow the noise. “What are you doing in my office?” I ask angrily. She’s looking for something. “Ingrid, what are you looking for?”
“Not what but who,” she responds.
“What? What the hell do you mean?”
“Jeremy says you cheat on him, so I wanted to see it with my own eyes.”
I’m so angry. “Get out. Get out of my house.”
“It’s actually my son’s house, so I have the right to stay here.”
“The house is mine too since we each paid for half of it. Actually, stay here. I’ll leave.”
I take my bag, cell phone, keys, and computer and go to the car.
I call Jeremy in tears. I have never felt so humiliated.
“Love, good morning, I’m in a meeting, and you’re in...”
“I don’t give a fuck! I’ve been good and quiet, but now I’ve had enough. Did you send your mother to our house to check that I was alone? Are you kidding me? Coming home with your lover’s perfume on and with lipstick traces, and you dare to say that I’m cheating on you? What the fuck is going through your head? I have never felt more humiliated.”
“Hailey, stop it. You’re on speakerphone.”
I’m about to crash into an idiot who cuts me off. The car’s anti-collision system sounds, making me a break.
“Baby, stop now, you can’t drive in this state.”
“What do you care?” I say, closing the conversation and turning off the phone.
