Marie Novel – As I prepared dinner for our 10th anniversary and delivered it to my husband’s office, I saw him walking out with his arm around a tall brunette. Seeing her leaning into his arm and rubbing his chest, tears welled up my eyes. I always knew that he would commit adultery! Anger made my blood boil, even my teeth felt like on fire. I raised my camera quickly and recorded this love show with clear faces of both of them. From today on, I was no longer the silent, tolerant, perfect wife. Instead, I will let them know how crazy a provoked wife can be!
Driving, she has her favorite cou ntry and western radio station tuned in. Singing along with the songs she knew, her spirits were rising. Surprising her husband with his favorite take out dinner, she was sure would help mend her hurtful words to him. Whatever, so they spend their tenth wedding anniversary at his office. As long as they were together, even just for a short quick dinner, was all that really mattered. She would make up it to him for not understanding and being so mean during the phone call. Mikey’s was to o far out of the way to her husband’s office. But oh , how he loved their ribs, they just melted in your mouth.
Her husband swore he could live off their ribs, seven days a week. It had been months since they had ordered from Mikey’s, so this would be special in its own way. Marie is smiling as she pulls into the parking lot, having to park several rows back she comments to herself. “Ah, must be a sports night with this many people here.” Getting out of her car Marie weaves between cars heading for the front entrance. Suddenly, she stops with a puzzled look on her face. Looking a row ahead of her she can’t believe she sees her husband’s car. Sitting there all parked nice and neat in Mikey’s parking lot.
Her mind runs amuck with different thoughts. He took Evelyn out for a quick dinner. No, this is way to far from the office to be convenient. He stop for dinner befo re coming home no, that didn’t make sense he knew she had dinner made, even if it was now in the garbage. Mikey’s is to o much out of the way for the office or home that’s why we don’t come here that often and we are way out of their delivery range. Not being able to make sense of the vehicle, Marie laughs softly telling herself she is mistaken and it is just a car that looks like her husband’s . Walking closer she rereads the license number several times, convincing herself it is, in deed, her husband’s car.
Not sure what to do and feeling the sway of the alcohol she had earlier consumed, Marie goes back to her car and gets in. Trying to tell herself the re was a completely reasonable explanation why she would find her husband’s car at Mikey’s when he said he was at his office. Not being able to come up with any logical reason, Marie digs her phone out of her bag and dials her husband’s number. As she counts the rings she tells herself. “He will tell me w here he is and what is going on I am totally reading way too much into this.” Marie comes alert hearing the phone being answered. “Hello.” Panic floods t hrough Maries veins, what if?. S he quickly buries the feeling and answers. “Hey, it’s just me, t hought I would call and tell you I am sorry for being so short with you earlier.” “Hey Baby, its ok! I’m sorry too, I know how much effort you put into this evening.
You’ll never know how sorry I am about having to miss it.” “I know… .. . I was just so short with you , a nd … thought maybe I could bring dinner to you and kinda make amends.” “No. . .no that’s alright, Evelyn and I have already ordered in. We’re fine no need for you to bother, really!” Marie caught the slight panic sound to her husband’s voice. Yet she was going to give him all the chance she could to tell her where he was. “Ok, no problem, so you ordered in at the office?” “Yea, we just finished and are back at the grind right now.” Marie’s stomach fell to her feet, the SOB was lying to her. “Well, guess I’ll just stay home then. Know when you’ll be home?” “Baby, I’m sorry but this looks like it might be an all niter, so don’t wait up for me.
I’ll catch a few winks on the couch when we finish and be here for tomorrow ‘ s meeting.” Keeping the tension out of her voice Marie asks with forced concern in her voice. “Oh honey, you want me to bring you a change of clothes, you sure don’t want to show up in a meeting in slept in clothes.” Hurriedly her husband replies. “No, no I have a change of clothes here in the office for emergencies. No need for you to go to any trouble. I’m fine.” First time I have heard about a change of clothes at the office Marie thinks before answering. “Ok, then I’ll see you some time tomorrow. Don’t work tooooo hard, ok?” “No, no I won’t, see you tomorrow. Love you Baby.” Marie hears the phone disconnect before she has a chance to reply. Not that she was going to respond with a return of love you but the rudeness of just hanging up intensified her growing fear.
Tossing her phone onto the passenger’s seat, Marie clasps the steering wheel with both hands, her knuckles turning white with the strain. Hurt and distrust are pushed aside in Maries mind as she contemplates what action to take next. Realizing her car is under a security light making it easy to spot, she moves it to a space where she has a clear view of both the entrance and her husband’s car. Her logical mind working in top gear she pops the trunk release, getting out of the car she retrieves her camera bag from the trunk. Back in the driver’s seat she takes her camera out mounting the appropriate lens and programming for night shooting. With a slight laugh and a smile spreading across her lips Marie says out loud talking to her husband’s car. “Huh, forgot I use to do surveillance for insurance companies didn’t you.”
Secretly hoping she would see her husband exit Mikey’s alo ne and head back to his office. the entrance door opens and there he was with his arm around a tall brunette. Seeing his companion lean into his arm and rubbing his chest there was no doubt of the intimacy between them. No doubt whatsoever, if they weren’t sleeping together already they were sure heading there. Marie kept her calm watching them walk to the car. As her husband opens the d oor for the brunette, the brunette pushes the door closed, leaning against it pulling Marie’s husband in to her. The embrace that followed should have been behind closed doors.
Remembering her camera Marie quickly puts her shocked emotions aside and focus’s in on the couple firing several shots. In the back of her mind wishing it was real shots she was taking. Shifting into professional mode she makes sure of shots that showed one or both of their faces, leaving no doubt of the persons involved in this display of affection. Skillfully she composes several shots showing the car and license plate. Then the car and Mikey’s sign over the entrance. Of course, the center of all of these , were the two people groping each other against the car. Marie, tiring of the scene, is grateful when t hey proceed to get into the car s paring her any more of their romantic overtures.