The other woman
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.