Two weeks later.
It was a beautiful afternoon; the sun shone bright but not too harsh on the skin – just right, if I may say. Ryan and I were at the market shopping for groceries. He requested more salad-based meals for his diet and fitness, so I decided to go grocery shopping for my baby.
As for our little argument, I just couldn't be mad at him anymore it wasn't easy. We settled the usual way: more apologies, making out, sweet-talking each other…..and then making out again. But that's not the point now.
I wanted to surprise him with his favorite Veggie Extravaganza Stir-Fry with Grilled Chicken and Brown Rice; he always loved how I prepared it. Not to toot my own horn, but I am a very good cook…..so yeah.
Since Ryan's always with me all day, it couldn't be a surprise anymore. I wasn't able to sneak to the market without him asking where I was headed, so we ended up going together.
Less than an hour into shopping, we were happily arguing over which vegetables to pick when a call came through his phone, interrupting our afternoon. I noticed his expression turn stressed as he checked the caller ID. His eyes widened slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed as he took a quick glance at me. He quickly silenced the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, his gaze locking onto mine.
"Who's calling you?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
Ryan hesitated, scanning the crowd before responding, "No one, it's just... uh... work. Don't worry about it."
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his dismissive tone. "Oh really?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant despite my growing unease. He nodded in response.
We continued browsing, trying to regain our moment, but the phone rang again, shattering the awkward silence. This time, Ryan excused himself, taking a few steps away as he answered the call.
I watched him, my mind racing with possibilities. Who was this person that had him so on edge? And why was he being secretive? It wasn't fair". He knew everyone on my contact list," I thought.
"I never hide or move away to make a call, and neither did he – until today. There's something he's not telling me."
As I waited for him to return, I asked, "Who called? Is everything okay?" My gaze locked onto his as he approached.
"Yes everything is fine but I have to leave," he said nervously. "Why? Where are you going? Can't it wait? We're shopping."
"No, it can't. Baby, I'll explain later. I have to leave immediately." He gave me a peck on the cheek before taking steps backward.
"But who is it, and why now? I thought, but he left before I could finish my sentence. Right there, on the spot. I was left with a whole lot of things to carry, all on my own. These were the kinds of things I didn't like. He had never been like this; he'd never leave me alone in the market, especially when we came together.
Well, I guess his job, or whatever it was that made him leave, was more important than me. Besides, his only job was managing my father's farm with me since I lost my parents in an accident….both in one day. My father liked Ryan so much because he was loyal to him. Ryan didn't have any family; he was on the streets until my dad took him in to work with us on the farm ever since then we've been together.
But now that my dad was no longer with us, it seemed like things were falling apart. I guess we couldn't manage the farm like he did but we tried our best Besides, there was nothing to do back at the farm; I was sure we'd done everything needed before we left, so what would make him leave me like this?
I had already decided to give him a piece of my mind, probably once we went to bed that night. I really didn't like what he did, but I couldn't let it get to me – not now. So, I shopped alone, got everything needed, and started my journey back home.
I would have stayed back and shopped for minor ingredients like spices, but I could get them at a local store. Besides, it would take me another hour to find the right ones. I was really selective about my spices; it's part of what makes my cooking unique.
In about an hour, I finished shopping and, with a stranger's help, got my things into a cab. I headed home immediately.
As I stepped into our apartment, I noticed the front door was unlocked. But only I had the keys. A sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach; something felt off.
"Or did someone break in?" I wondered, "But the locks don't look tampered with." I dropped my bags by the door and tiptoed into the kitchen but didn't find anyone. We lived in a small one-room apartment, so the bedroom was the only place left to check.
Well, for a logical explanation, I was expecting to find Ryan relaxing on the bed or perhaps doing something on the farm, leaving the doors open by mistake. But no, it was something else entirely.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of passionate lovemaking coming from within. My mind raced as I slowly pushed the door open, and my eyes widened in horror.
Ryan was in our bed with another girl. The curtains were closed, and the lights were really dim; I couldn't see the girl clearly, but I knew my Ryan, even from behind, especially his voice moaning in sync with hers. That was my Ryan.
I watched, aghast, as their bodies moved in sync, their moans and gasps filling the air. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath caught in my throat. The girl's eyes were closed, her face contorted in ecstasy; she looked more than satisfied.
I couldn't remember the last time he showed me love like this. The girl's hands clawed at his back, her nails digging deep as she urged him on. "More, more..." she panted, her voice barely audible over their heavy breathing.
Ryan's response was immediate; his movements became more urgent, more passionate. He was lost in the moment, consumed by his desire for this girl, this stranger who had captured his attention over mine.
Still, he didn't notice me standing in the doorway, my heart shattering into a million pieces as I watched the man I loved, the man I thought loved me, passionately embracing another woman in our own bed.
I couldn't believe my eyes; my world crumbled before me. I wanted to walk out and leave, but seeing their moment made me angry. So I decided to break it.
"You bastard!" I exclaimed, my voice loud enough to make the two lovers shriek simultaneously.
"Shit!" Ryan exclaimed, jumping off the girl as if she were a repulsive force.
"What the fuck Ryan!!" I yelled.
"Oh my God, Bell, it's not what you think!" he said, drawing close to me with his sweat-drenched body, but I slapped him before he could touch me.
"What's there to say? I saw everything for myself. More lies?" I wanted to scream at him, but the words hung in my throat as he held his cheek. His lubricated cock, still stressed with veins, dangled before me as I looked into his eyes.
"Why?"