John notices my tears, then opens his eyes wide , and wraps me in one of his comfortable and familiar hugs:
"Don't even think about it. He would never do that. "- he seems to read my mind and I try to convince myself of his words, breaking away:
"You're ... you're right!" - I dry my tears with my shaking hand and take a deep breath.
"Calm down."-he says with a low tone.
"Yes, but I have to find out who that woman is!" - I say firmly, closing my office and then reaching the parking lot with my friend that follows me as if he wants to make sure I won't do anything crazy.
"Be careful." - John greets me with a kiss on my cheek as I decide to go back home, ready to get through Victoria Street traffic.
While I am forced to walk at 10km / h my mind goes back to Alex's damn phone.
It is obvious that Catherine is younger than Alex led me to believe, but not only because of the messages they exchanged: the fact that Alex never wanted to invite her to our house makes me understand that he wanted to hide this woman from me.
It doesn't worry me so much that he works with her without telling me who she really is as much as the fact he didn't tell me anything.
It gives me chills, but the only answer I can give to my questions is that my boyfriend amd that woman ... there is a relationship.
I squeeze the wheel as I drown in my evil thoughts.
How do I know her? At this point I don't even know if she is really a colleague of Alex, but even if she was, I couldn't even visit her by surprise, otherwise he would kill me, or take me for a stalker.
As I'm forced to slow down again, I honk impatiently, as if I could fix something.
One solution would be to talk seriously with Alex, as we have to resolve more than an issue lately, including Juliet's nostalgia.
I snort, slipping my fingers through my hair and pulling my locks back in frustration.
I'm literally going crazy and thinking about hiring a psychologist: now I'm worried, now angry, then I'm worried again and after that I still want nothing more than to slap Alex.
But the thing that makes me most desperate is that, in all this mess, the first thing I want is everything to return back to normal, because, damn it, I miss it a lot!
We live under the same roof, but it seems like we are several miles far from each other, and while I can kiss and feel him all day, I spend my time thinking that he has cheated on me with another woman.
And, coincidentally, just as I think of that damn Catherine, Sam Smith's voice spreads in the car, with his 'I'm not the only one'.
I turn off the radio not very gently, on the contrary by banging a fist on the button, as soon as I arrive in front of the gate around two in the afternoon, while in my head I prepare a speech for Alex, but as soon as I arrive to formulate some questions, I stop and start thinking again: after all, how could I ask him?
Did you cheat on me with Catherine?
Or: Why did you say Catherine is old?
But the problem is not to ask the questions, the problem is that I am afraid of the answer that will come out of Alex's mouth.
I approach the door hesitantly, as I think that perhaps it will be better to spy and discover the painful truth alone, rather than talking about it with him.
Especially in this period.
I take the keys out of the door, but as soon as I do that and before I put them in the lock, I hear my name pronounced by such a familiar voice that I understand it comes out from Andrew's mouth, so I start eavesdropping with the hope of learning some secrets and solving this cabbage of enigma that I'm carrying on my shoulders.
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