Thread: The Other Woman (Solace x demented-tiger)

Caroline returned in the morning. It took a lot of courage for her to even get out of the bed this morning and even more courage for her to make the drive on the way. Her face was hard and tight from the tears that plastered her face through the night and she had a headache to go along with the tears. All she could think about was why he would even do such a thing. He knew that if he wanted to relieve some sexual tension that he should ask, she would have been more than happy to accommodate. Caroline had never felt so helpless in her entire life. She did everything for him, even some things she felt uneasy about, she was, after all, his trophy wife, the prize at the end of the box. When Caroline entered her house this morning she found her suitcase right there in the hall where she left it the night before. Hopefully he hadn't seen it. Hopefully, the other wasn't still here. She slowly walked around the house. She was still in her polka dotted dress that came down past her knees and a coat to cover her from the chill outside. She found him up and about in the kitchen and at the sight of her, he went over to her and hugged her. He then tried to kiss her, but the kiss was just a lie. She could never believe that their love was real. He didn't even notice that she had been crying. He probably thought that the age was finally getting to her and that wrinkles and that ever old tired look was getting to her. Finally Caroline worked up the courage to speak to him. Did you miss me? She let the question linger for a moment as he answered with the obvious yes. She asked him something else, You must have been so lonely, how did you make due? He made some excuse and she knew it was a lie, still she pretended to believe him. She couldn't bring herself to confront him, not about this. The next several days went by. Each day she watched him go and always wondered if he worked with the other woman, or if she was a call girl. She tried to push those memories of them in bed out of her mind, but the image of the woman was there. She looked so young, why waste such youth on a mature man? One day, he left her alone again to go to work. She went about the house to do something anything, and then she noticed his phone sitting there on the counter. She knew she shouldn't look at it, she should forget it and pretend that they were still happily married, but her curiosity got the better of her, she couldn't leave those questions unanswered. She picked up the phone and looked through the texts again. There were a couple new ones, but nothing that suggested they had done anything since she had returned. Caroline took a deep breath, she had to do it, she had to know why. It was clear that her husband took this woman to a specific restaurant. She knew the place, it was attached to a hotel and was rather expensive with lavish rooms and suites. With her husbands phone she sent a text to this Esmeralda that said, Meet me at our usual place tonight at 8 p.m. There is someone I want you to meet. There it was done, the text had been sent and another thought occurred to her. She sent another text reading, Oh, and make sure to wear your best. Now all that was left was to make the reservations at the restaurant and get a room for the night. She would confront this woman and she would get her answers tonight. Caroline was busy the rest of the day preparing for the encounter. She made sure she would bring her best, curling her hair, wearing that bright red lipstick, a dress that was more of her casual wear but would probably suit the situation. She herself liked to wear the kind of dresses most wives were expected to wear back in the old days. She told her husband she was going out for a little and didn't bother to elaborate. He wondered where his phone was believing that he had misplaced it at work again, but this time Caroline was the one making the lies. His phone was tucked safely away in her purse and would probably never make it back home. Tonight Caroline would be ready, and at 8 p.m. she was siting at a table waiting for her date to arrive.