4

Two weeks later

Sitting carelessly on my leather seat, my fingers brush against the silver frame placed in the center of my desk representing my wife.

In the photo, she is resplendent as always, she displays this smile that puts me in all my states. Her body is wrapped in a light blue ensemble, which makes her so lively and attractive.

From the first day I laid my eyes on her, she bewitched me with her natural charm.

I sit up from my seat when someone knocks on my door.

- Come in, I thundered.

My assistant appears and quickly approaches in my direction.

- Here is the document you asked for, she said, placing it on my desk.

- Thank you, Angela. Something else?

- Yes, Detective Sanchez just arrived.

- Let him in.

- Very good sir.

And she leaves, energetically clicking her heels on the ground, which annoys me to no end.

I feel like I've been very irritable lately.

It's been two weeks. Fourteen long and interminable days that I engaged a detective who follows all the actions of my wife, and who according to him Camille is beyond suspicion.

Angela welcomes him warmly into my office and then leaves us alone.

- Mr. Simon, he greets me

- Sanchez, sit down please.

He doesn't need to be asked and settles in, unbuttoning his jacket.

- I have something that might interest you, he says, rummaging in his black satchel.

I don't know if this news should make me happy.

My fingers intertwined, I wait nervously for more. He hands me an envelope which I hurry to take. I open it immediately and discover inside a packet of negatives that I recover.

The first are very natural, Camille comes out of a chic restaurant, a hat on her head.

She crosses an alley, the next one shows that she is putting on her glasses, as if to appear more discreet.

I scroll through them one by one. The following photos, my knuckles tighten, my throbbing bangs more strongly.

My wife smiling at a man in profile.

My wife hugging him and him giving her a kiss... on the lips. And they get in his car.

My jaw contracts, on another shot, the man is visible and his face is unknown to me.

- Who is this ? I start in a dry tone.

- His name is Arthur Duval. He is a renowned neurosurgeon, he is forty seven years old, married and has two children.

I brutally parade the others.

They get out of the car, he drags my wife by the waist and the last, for which I suspected, they enter a hotel.

I inhale and exhale deeply, nervously running a hand over my growing beard... Is this a joke?

- When did they break into this hotel?

- Seventeen o'clock Sir and left two hours later, he saw fit to add.

Two hours in a goddamn hotel with this man, then a late return to our house while I spend time with our daughter.

My wife cheating on me with someone else, for whatever reason.. holy shit.

- Keep watching her, bring me more information about this man. And next time let me know when she's heading for a hotel, I barked.

- Well sir.

I need to be alone and quickly, my fist may end up on the face of the innocent man in front of me.

- Thank you Sanchez, you can dispose.

He nods and takes his leave without delay.

My wife is cheating on me.

I fail to assimilate it, to believe it.

Camille sees another man.

Camille is... unfaithful to me.

My brain repeats it to me but I reject this truth, it is not possible.

It can't be possible... not my Camille.

My gaze falls on a picture of them hugging, I growl furiously and throw everything in front of me out of me.

- WHORE ! I exclaim, throwing the silver frame with anger that shatters on the ground.

She doesn't know me well enough. It can't happen like that.

Camille, know that a betrayed man is unrecognizable!

.................

Three hours have passed and my anger still does not come down, despite my long sports session to let off steam.

There, right now I only want one thing and that is to see my daughter, the one who has always been able to soothe my ailments.

I leave my private gym, head out and get in my car. It's Friday, Audrey is spending the night at her aunt's.

About twenty minutes later, I park at the bottom of the building. After the endless flights of stairs to climb, I am in front of the door of his apartment and ring the bell impatiently.

- I'm coming, there's no fire, I hear my sister-in-law's voice.

She finally opens her eyebrows slightly frowned and the surprise can be read on her face.

-Azel?! Come in please! she exclaims energetically wiping her hands on her kitchen apron not expecting to see me there.

She opens the door wide and invites me to enter.

- I hope I'm not disturbing you, I say entering the small living room.

- Not at all, you're right on time, I just finished my cake, sit down, I'll bring you a slice!

I don't have time to deny that she's already rushing into her kitchen.

She returns immediately, accompanied by a plate generously filled with a chocolate fondant.

- Camille told me that you loved this dessert, you're lucky.

I tense up at the sound of her first name, she hands me the plate which I retrieve, but which I then place on the coffee table.

- Excuse me, but I'm not hungry at all.

She looks disappointed, nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders and grabs my share, which she begins to taste with relish, which makes me smile slightly. I pull myself together remembering what took me and ask him where my daughter is.

- She's already fallen asleep, I made her the cake she wanted but our day exhausted her. She didn't take long to join Morphee, she said with a smile on her lips.

I run my hands through my hair and sigh lightly.

- Everything's good ? I didn't expect to see you there at this hour, she continues.

I meet his gaze that probes me waiting for an answer from me.

If you knew what's bothering me, if you knew your sweet sister is just a dirty bitch...

- I needed to see Audrey after my hard day.

- I understand.. But a good night's sleep with my sister will do you the greatest good, she said with a wink.

I refrain from glaring at her, I get up then and she does the same confused.

- Excuse me for coming unexpectedly, I have to go, I said absently.

- Very well, she abdicates in a breath.

She accompanies me to the front door and wishes me a good night that I barely answer.

She'll probably wonder what got into me, but right now I don't care what she thinks.

I feel drained, I feel like my brain is about to implode..

I climb into my car and start with a bang, I arrive quickly in front of my home due to the excessive speed borrowed.

I walk in halfheartedly, the closer I get to our room the more my fists clench.

After a deep breath, I finally open the door.

I see her lying comfortably on the bed in front of the TV, her eyes half-closed, her brown hair scattered on the pillow and she is wearing a black satin nightie.

Seeing her like this, more beautiful than ever, I don't feel any desire in the face of this mesmerizing vision, only hatred and anger accelerate my pulse abnormally.

Having noticed my presence, she sits up slightly and a mischievous smile appears on her lips.

How can you be so serene after spending time with another?

After a few words exchanged, I head for the bathroom where I take off my sports t-shirt.

In the reflection of the mirror, I see his silhouette approaching, a smile on his lips. She hugs my waist and places her face between my shoulder blades where she places a light kiss.

Tense as ever, I close my eyes for a moment to feel his lips along my spine.

I face her the second that follows, carry her by the waist and guide us to our bed where I balance her body on the mattress.

I stand on top of her, she bites her lower lip, that little gesture that has always turned me on but has no effect tonight.

I capture her luscious lips without further ado for a fiery kiss, caress her bare legs and grab her plump buttocks. An unbearable moan escapes her throat and she shifts her body seething with desire against mine...

Alright !

Your old doctor has not satiated your beautiful body my love? But what a pity...

I stop at this moment, retire and she gives me a bewildered look.

- Why are you stopping honey? she asks confused.

- I'm exhausted, tomorrow I get up earlier I have an important meeting, I launched as naturally as possible.

- Oh no! You're getting revenge for the last time I left you hanging, she complains frustrated.

I take a towel, watch her bury her face against the pillow sulky and rush into the bathroom.

If only that was the only reason my love, if only...

But it is the beginning of a new story that you have chosen.