It took me a few hours to decide whether or not I would tell Derrick—my much older fiancé—about the encounter I had with his wife at the office. She had just confronted me about being his mistress, and left me with a note that read, “You decide: wealthy mistress or poor wife.” As intense as it was, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to disclose all the details to Derrick. I knew he would be infuriated because, after all, the only reason he was trying to work things out with her was so that he could keep his money. After her threat, I decided it would probably be best for everyone if I just kept my mouth shut.
Derrick requested a homemade dinner that night, so I prepared one of his favorite dishes. My silence was noticeable, and it made things very awkward between us. In an attempt to cheer me up, he suggested that we go on a vacation of my choice. The thought of going away with him instantly put a smile on my face. All I kept thinking about was how I really was his first choice—his wife would be fuming with anger at the idea, especially now that she knew what his “business trip” was really about.
Derrick set no limits on how far we could go or how much we’d spend—the world was mine to choose from. I wanted to prove to Derrick that I was with him because I really did love him, not because I wanted his money. So for our summer getaway, I chose to go up north to Monterey Bay. I used to love the area—it was affordable and romantic, and it made for the perfect vacation with Derrick.
We both enjoyed the scenic route of the drive up. I even spotted my dream house along the way, and I told Derrick I wanted the same one in a rose color. He said he would work his magic and buy one before we left. We both had a good laugh—this trip couldn’t come at a better time for us. But our peaceful ride was interrupted by a phone call, which he ignored, followed by several text messages. Each time the phone buzzed, Derrick looked at the screen, raised his eyebrow, and then continued on with our conversation. I didn’t need to see his phone—I knew exactly who it was.
Derrick wanted to get some golfing in while on vacation, so we stopped at the golf course in Pebble Beach. I didn’t mind, because he gave me his credit card and told me to go and enjoy myself while he played. I told myself I would not spend too much money, so I just went to the nearby aquarium by myself. Then I walked along the waterfront, had a few drinks, ate some clam chowder, and decided to head back to the hotel to enjoy a relaxing afternoon at the spa. Derrick said he would get a ride back, so I pretty much had the rest of the day to myself. Little did I know what was happening behind my back…