Early the next morning Camilla sat up in bed reading through her social media posts when a call came through on Steven's phone. "It's the same people that have been calling all night," she informed him icyly.
'Huh?" he responded in a daze, still trying to wake up. Camilla explained everything to him about the phone calls from the night before, and these women not giving up on calling him, wanting him to fetch them at all unearthly hours of the night. Steven had no recollection of what had happened or how he had even gotten home.
aAfter explaining the phone calls, Camilla confronted him about not fetching her from work the previous afternoon. "Why didn't you fetch me from work yesterday and where were you? You got home so drunk," she questioned him. Camilla got straight to the point.
Steven started to explain, "I finished work early yesterday and decide to go and have a few drinks at this bar." He didn't dare give any excuse. He could see Camilla was in no mood for his antics. "The bar I went to was a strip club," he continued saying, "I don't remember much of anything."
"So you don't remember telling me that you were on your way to fetch me!" she raised her voice.
"Quite honestly, no I don't," he said with a guilty look in his eyes.
"And those girls that were calling you?" she interrogated further, not happy at all with his explanations.
"I really don't know them," he said quietly, "honestly, I don't know them at all. As for how they got my number , I can't explain." He seemed genuinely truthful about what he told her about the girls. As for not fetching her the day before, he still wasn't off the hook.
That afternoon they took a drive through to Warrington, to Golden Square shopping centre. While walking around Steven's phone rang. He looked at the number, and by the look on his face, Camilla could tell that he knew the number. Answering his phone he said, "Hi, how are you doing?"
The voice on the other end was a friendly, female voice, "Hi. I'm good. What are you up to today?"she asked.
"Nothing much," he responded, "just out with the family today."
"That's nice. Well enjoy," she said. They both said goodbye and ended the conversation.
Camilla looked at him questioningly, waiting for an explanation. Noticing the look on her face, Steven said, "she's just a friend."
"Ummm," Camilla thought to herself. Steven didn't explain further and she just left it at that.
That evening she noticed that Steven was unusually quiet. He hadn't had anything to drink the whole day, but he was on his phone a lot that evening. As Camilla leaned over to him, she noticed that he was chatting with a female. The context of the conversation was not very savory to say the least.
Camilla didn't confront him then and there about the text messages, but decided to go and do some laundry.
They would afterall need fresh clothes for Monday.
While checking through his pockets, Camilla came across a photograph of a fiery red-headed woman with a peach completion. Camilla walked over to Steven and asked, upset, "Steven, who is this, and please don't lie to me!" she lashed out at him. Steven took the photo she had thrown at him. He had actually forgotten he had the picture of Lucille.
He looked at the photo thinking, "what lie can I spin now?" Looking at his wife he said, "it's Lucille, she asked me to give it to Matthew. She met him the other day when he was with me. She said she wanted him to have this picture of her," an escape answer that he thought may get him in the clear.
Matthew was single. He worked with Steven. He was the senior manager in the firm. Matthew was tall with dark brown hair, a neatly shaved beared. He was the same hight as Steven though slightly more masculine.
"I don't know about that," Camilla responded, "if she was really interested in in him, why didn't she just give him the photo herself?"
"Everything is just way too coincidental," she thought.
"He didn't have her number," Steven answered, but Camilla could the see the guilty look in his eyes. "Something about this doesn't sit right. This woman seems familiar,"'Camilla pondered.
Camila didn't say another word. She went back to the laundry area and continued with the washing. Vehicle taking out the first load, she realised why the woman's face was familiar to her. Angry as hell, she went back to the living room where Steven was watching TV and, with a raised voice, said to him, "That is it! Why do you insist on lying to me?"
Quizzically looking at Camilla, he responded, "what do you mean?"
"That woman in the photo, she's the same woman you were chatting with earlier! It's the same woman that called you when we were out! The very same woman you went to meet a few months ago!" her anger blazed inside her.
Staring straight at her, Steven could not deny that he had just been caught in a tonne of lies. "How can I explain my way out of this one?" The wheels of deceit turning inside of his head as he conjured up another lie to cover up all the other uncovered lies. There was just no way out for him. There was no way to conjure up another lie this time. He had to face the cold, hard fact, which was that he had been caught in his web of lies.
Turning to Camilla he said, "I don't know how to say this, Lucille and I have been having an affair," he admitted. The truth was finally out.
Collapsing on the settee, Camilla cried. She had realised that this was the case for a while now, but the hard reality of her husband admitting to having the affair hit her like a tonne of bricks.
Seeing how this affected his wife, he bent down infront of her and said, "Camilla, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry!" she yelled at him, You're nothing but trash, get out of my sight!" Disgusted by his behaviour and his lack of respect for their marital vows, she burst into tears. This has been the first time she had ever restored to using derogatory name-calling. This wasn't how she was normally.