The other woman

Simply Her (Singapore) - - Kleenex Special -

On this hol­i­day, Fred, as usual, told me he was go­ing to meet his bud­dies. In­no­cently, I asked to tag along – in all the 10 years we had been hol­i­day­ing there, I’d never met his friends. Fred re­fused, say­ing I’d be bored with their mun­dane chat­ter. He asked me to en­joy the ho­tel fa­cil­i­ties and wait for his re­turn later that evening. I re­luc­tantly agreed.

How­ever, two hours later, I de­cided to go shop­ping in town. I spent a fair bit of time walk­ing around, work­ing up an ap­petite. Feel­ing fam­ished, I headed to a nearby cafe for some snacks and a cup of tea.

As I crossed the road to the cafe, I saw Fred sit­ting at one of the ta­bles, feed­ing three young chil­dren. They must be his friends’ kids, I thought. Ea­ger for my hus­band’s com­pany, I hur­ried over to him, only to stop short when I no­ticed a pe­tite woman car­ry­ing a tray of food mak­ing her way to­wards Fred.

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