7

I spent the next three days in London, claiming an urgent business trip.

I couldn't see Camille right away, it was simply impossible.

I didn't want to react by impulse so I needed to find myself alone to restore order in my mind.

- Another please I ask the bartender.

The hotel restaurant is quiet at this hour, ideal for me to relax outside of my suite. The waiter brings me my glass of wine and I thank him.

I take a sip when a female voice interrupts me in my moment of solitude.

- Good evening.

A young woman is posted to my right, quite tall, dressed in an elegant black dress, holding a bag of the same color in one hand and a filled glass in the other.

Her full lips tinged with blood red stretch into a charming smile.

- Good evening, I answered simply.

My disinterested tone does not weaken his confidence. She takes a step forward, caresses the leather of the couch with her manicured hand.

- I have been watching you for a while, alone and lost in thought, will you allow me to join you?

I put my glass back on the table, meet her gaze, her black irises intensified by her eyeliner scrutinize me waiting for an answer from me.

- Excuse me, if I'm alone it's because I don't want company.

On the other hand, this man would probably be delighted to have you at his side, I nod my head at a table at the far end.

She follows my gaze and falls on a man of a certain age, alone, smoking a cigar with a trembling hand.

Her lips twitch in displeasure, humiliated by my intervention. I don't give him time to reply before I get up, put a nice sum on the table for the waiter and blow a "good evening" to the furious young lady before leaving the restaurant to join my suite.

I had to make several business trips, a good number of women wanted to approach me but none attracted my attention, as charming and attractive as they were.

Of course I'm still a man, who doesn't watch a nice rounded ass or a nice chest highlighted in a bustier?

I was a Don Juan, I couldn't resist the captivating and admirable beauty of women, I took pleasure in discovering them all so different from each other.

Until I met Camille.

Camille, who has managed to conquer me where no other has been able to achieve.

I fell madly in love with her, I would never have believed that one day I would be so bewitched and in love with a woman. All became bland because I had found my rare pearl that filled me completely, in all areas.

And even now, even after finding out about her adultery, I don't feel the urge or the need to see another.

From now on the female sex repels me.

Women don't deserve our trust, let alone our soul mate whom we think we know perfectly well, who will be the first to stab us when our backs are turned.

I thought a lot during these three days. I kept asking myself the cause of his act.

Is it for the money?

She lacked nothing, I always made sure she had everything she wanted. But she wanted more?

Is it for sex?

Without wanting to brag, I am excellent in bed and my many conquests in the past can testify to it.

Is it because she... doesn't have the same feelings for me anymore?

This question is the one that bothers me the most.

And if so, I wonder what could have gone wrong in our relationship.

We sometimes argue like all couples, but I do not feel a lack of affection and love from her and I have always been there for her.

If something was wrong, she could have told me about it, that we discuss like two adults.

Whatever the reason, it doesn't justify her cheating on me.

My pain is still present, it would have pierced me in the heart that the suffering would have been the same but I don't worry about it because it will disappear very quickly just like the love I have for it.

It's surprising how quickly hatred can engulf and annihilate this much sought-after feeling that is love.

After what happened, I definitely don't want to live with him anymore.

I will not be able to forgive his act and continue our life together. I couldn't hold her gaze without feeling disgust at the intimate image of her and her lover. No, I won't, so yes, I'm only thinking about divorce.

But I'm not the only one in our relationship, there is my daughter in all this and her well-being. Living with divorced parents at this age would turn his childhood upside down.

But on the other hand, I can't pretend to continue this relationship which is only a decoy for her.

And I no longer trust my wife, especially for the education of our daughter.

I realize that I was obsessed with love that blinded me to some of these behaviors.

If she dared to lie to me all this time and commit this despicable act, she would be able to do much worse. And God only knows what else she may be hiding from me.

So would she even be a good mother to my daughter? A good example for her?

In the end, I don't know who this woman really is and what she is capable of.

So divorce seems best to me even for our daughter.

Hate takes a little more possession of my being towards him.

Spitting the truth in his face and asking him for a divorce would be far too easy.

I want to make him suffer atrociously, I want to avenge myself in the worst possible way for his lies and his infidelity.

For now, I don't know how to do it yet, but I will achieve my goals and his worst nightmare will begin.

My phone suddenly vibrates in my pants pocket bringing me back to reality harshly. I pick it up with a frown, it's a call from my house.

- Yes hello ?

- Hello dad.

I sit on the bed smiling at the hearing of Audrey's angelic voice.

- Honey, aren't you in bed yet?

- No, mom let me watch another episode of miraculous. And I miss you so much...

- I miss you too, I promise you I will be back very soon and accompanied by a nice surprise!

- A suprise ?! Yes you are the best dad in the world!

I move the device away from my ear so as not to break my eardrum and smile even more at his reaction.

- And mum... where is she?

- She's in the living room on her phone, do you want me to pass it to you? she asks.

To wonder who she could talk to..

- No honey, I'll call her later.

Now you have to go to bed, you have school tomorrow and it's already getting very late.

- Heard, I'm going!

- I love you my princess, as big as the ocean I say

- And I love you, graaaaaand like the sky!

I hang up a half smile on my lips after our usual end of words.

My daughter, my greatest gift, this innocent child who had to inherit from a mother like Camille.

Camille.. you fell so badly...