I questioned everything about myself. I blamed my own body for not being able to get pregnant. But I never thought…
Anyway, my best friend Madison convinced me last night to leave the house, clear my head, and have a little fun. My husband had told me he would be staying at the gym until late, so we went to this cozy, dimly lit jazz club downtown, where the music was beautiful but not so loud that you could not have a conversation.
The atmosphere in the club was perfect for a small distraction. Madison had made me laugh and was in good spirits when she suddenly went silent. Her eyes widened as she looked somewhere over my shoulder.
“Claire… I don’t want to alarm you, but… is that Ethan?”
A cold horror filled my body. You can call it female intuition, or maybe it was what I saw on her face. But I knew what I would see as soon as I turned around.
Sitting at a corner table, I saw my husband with a young woman draped over his shoulders. She was giggling, and he leaned toward her and whispered something into her ear.
A couple in a club embracing
Something like that had never happened to me before, not even during my college relationships. So I never thought I was the kind of woman who would make a scene. But my body moved on its own.
In a flash, I was right at their table, and my outburst made them both jump. “Ethan, are you serious right now?!” I barked.
My husband looked up, briefly confused and startled. But soon I saw relief on his face, and the worst part was that his expression turned into a grin.