The two of them left with flushed faces, swiping my card at a hotel nearby.
I glanced at the hotel, then turned and walked away.
Not long after I got home, the private investigator sent over the information I'd requested.
At ten years old, Lucas Harding became Sonia Henson's new neighbor. They walked to school together and walked home together every day.
According to the file, Lucas had a father who was a gambling addict. His mother had run off when he was three.
Throughout his entire childhood, Lucas was pitiful and downtrodden. Sonia often looked after him, and Lucas treated her like an older sister.
When they were eighteen, they slept together in a cheap motel. Lucas swore he'd give Sonia a good life.
In the years that followed, Sonia funneled her own paychecks to him. Lucas tried flipping goods, opened a convenience store. Every single venture crashed and burned, bleeding money until there was nothing left.
Six months into one job, he got reported to his company by a client for demanding kickbacks. His reputation in the industry was destroyed after that. Nobody would hire him.
At twenty-two, Lucas showed up at the Henson family home to formally propose. Delilah Henson cursed him out and threatened to kill herself if Sonia didn't end it. The two of them parted in tears.
It finally made sense. Why Sonia had been so eager to marry me after just one month of dating. I didn't just earn a six-figure salary. My family's properties had been bought out for two apartments on top of that.
She'd wanted a naive, well-off husband to bankroll her lover boy and put her mother's fury to rest.
A sharp ache flared in my chest. I turned, poured myself a glass of cold water, and drank it down to dull the sting.
Then I picked up my phone and called the company lawyer.
"Attorney Barnes, I need you to compile a full record of all my personal assets. And while you're at it, draft me a divorce agreement."
After I finished laying everything out, Sylvester Barnes was livid.
"People this shameless actually exist? Don't worry. I'll pull detailed spending records and evidence of the affair. She'll leave this marriage with nothing."
I replied with a single word: "Good."
Leaving with nothing was too easy on her. At the very least, her little love story deserved to see the light of day.
Another first of the month rolled around.
Sonia had gotten up early and changed into a new spring outfit, complete with a full face of flawless makeup.
The moment she picked up her purse and headed for the door, I opened my eyes, sleepless all night, and called out to her, my voice weak.
"Sonia, I drank too much last night and my stomach's been killing me. Can you come with me to the hospital?"
Sonia stopped in her tracks and frowned at me.
"Why is your stomach suddenly hurting?"
"Yesterday. The boss brought in a new client, and I was entertaining them. Got carried away and drank too much before I realized it."
Sonia stood where she was, not moving. Conflict flickered in her eyes, and her voice carried a note of reproach.
"You know you can't handle alcohol, and you still drank?"
"Don't we have stomach medicine at home? Just take some and drink some hot water. Rest a bit and you should be fine."
I pressed a hand to my chest, my brow creased in pain.
"I already took some in the middle of the night. I coughed up some blood, too. I really think I should go to the hospital. It might be a stomach bleed."
As I spoke, I covered my mouth and coughed twice, then leaned over the trash can and retched. Dark red liquid hit the paper lining with a sickening splash.
Sonia's face blanched. She was just about to reach out and steady me when her phone rang.
She glanced down at it quickly and swiped to decline.
It rang again.
Sonia stared at the name on the screen, panic flickering across her face. As if terrified I might see it, she straightened up and stepped back.
"Noel, I already made plans with my best friend. I can't just bail on her, can I? She's in a bad mood today. It'd be even worse if I canceled."
"You should just take a cab to the hospital and get a scan. It's an old problem anyway. It's probably nothing serious."
She grabbed her purse and turned to leave.
My voice cut through the room, sharp and loud.
"Sonia Henson. Is it really that urgent? If you don't go, what, your best friend is going to cut you off?"
I stared into her eyes, unblinking, wanting to give her one last chance.
Sonia's gaze darted away. She fumbled for words, her voice climbing with barely concealed panic.
"You don't know what she's like. She's sensitive and pushy. She'll seriously get upset."
"Besides, all these years, she's never once broken a plan with me. How can I be the one to bail?"
She paused, then added, "You know she's my only real best friend. If we had a falling out, I'd be devastated..."
"How about I just call you a cab? It'll be quick, I promise..."
Her phone rang again. I closed my eyes.
"Forget it. Go."
Her footsteps hurried toward the door. I didn't say another word to stop her.
The moment silence settled over the room, I sat up, tossed the cherries I'd crushed to pulp in my fist into the trash, and made a call.
"Mom, I'm feeling fine today. How about I take you and Dad and Aunt Bianca and Aunt Vivian out to that private theater in the suburbs for a movie?"
"That's right, we'll have dinner there too. Country-style cooking. Get ready. I'll pick you all up in ten minutes."
The moment Delilah stepped into the private theater, a smile spread across her face.
"Noel, you really do know how to find the nicest places. I never would've known a spot like this existed."
I smiled and walked up to the front desk. I gave them Sonia's phone number and told them we were her family, here to join her for the movie.
The attendant beamed and led us down the hallway without hesitation.
We'd barely reached the door of the private suite when sounds drifted out from inside. Giggling. Squealing. Playful shrieks. Sounds I'd never once heard from my wife.
The second the attendant unlocked the door, I kicked it open and slapped the light switch on.
The scene inside the suite froze every single person behind me.
Lucas was shirtless. Beside him on the floor lay a pile of shredded black stockings, torn to ribbons and scattered everywhere. A strip of fabric was stuffed in his mouth.
