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I look deep into his eyes, knowing that as soon as I'm gone he's going to go straight to her.
I can't bear to call her by her name anymore.
Turning to Cal, I can feel the difference in my expression. My eyes instantly soften.
Suddenly this overwhelming desire fills me to kiss him. To slam him against the taxi and press myself to him, feeling his lips move against mine.
I know my husband's standing behind me, making the idea that much more enjoyable.
I'm not sure what's come over me, but I think I like it.
Instead of giving Alec a deadly dose of his own medicine, though, I turn towards the taxi.
"See ya." I say in Cal's direction, completely ignoring Alec, before sliding into the back seat.
I know I won't see him later. Maybe tomorrow morning, while I'm getting ready for work. He'll pretend he's been home all night. But I'll notice the dark circles under his eyes. Of course I won't say anything, I never do. The one time I did ended with him saying that I wasn't allowed to work with Cal anymore. And me screaming that I can do whatever the hell I want, and wishing that there weren't tears streaming down my face.
He never stops about Cal.
Sometimes, on the rare occasions when we spend the night together, he'll start by casually asking me about work.
Trying to inconspicuously pump me for information.
What he did, how he acted, what he said. He only ever pushes whenever it includes me. Anything less than professional partners who hardly know each other, and he wants to kill him. I don't understand why. He hardly even knows me. Alec, I mean.
Some nights I lie awake and wonder why he married me. He never says he loves me. He hardly ever even says my name.
I look back. Trying to catch one last glimpse of Cal before I go home to my empty house. But he's disappeared.
I watch Alec as he walks in the opposite direction of the house. I know I should feel angry, or sad, or something. But I don't.
I don't think of Alec as my husband anymore. He's more the roommate who only comes home for a few hours a week to eat, sleep, and take a shower.
With a jolt I realize that I don't love him anymore. That maybe I never really did love him.
My gaze fills with suspicion as I notice a small silver car follow Alec, keeping a safe distance from him.
I ask the driver if he can turn around. Follow the silver car, I say.
I'm not sure how, but I instantly knew that Cal was following Alec. Instantly I knew- he knew.
