I stood up and put my hand on my husband’s face. “Robert, stop. No! No! I haven’t been having an affair.” Tears began to fall down my face. I was afraid he would leave me and that I would be alone. I knew that Derrick would not leave his wife for me; I’ve always known that. We had tried being together once before, and it didn’t work out—it never would. I could not lose my husband. “Robert, you’ve been working more hours trying to expand and I’ve been lonely. I’ve been working more hours as well trying to keep my mind off of you, and I’ve been taking the money I’ve made and been spending it on myself. I just needed something to do.”
“And this?” he asked. He believed me. “What is this? Am I supposed to believe that you did this too?” He grabbed the dress and threw it in my face again.
“It’s the last thing he gave me,” I said quickly. “I couldn’t throw it away. It’s beautiful. I could never afford anything like this.” This was true and he knew it. While my husband made good money and we lived a fruitful life, he was very frugal when it came to spending money. He did not give me free range on what I spent. He worked hard for his money and liked to invest—he didn’t believe in spending thousands of dollars on material things. While he never told me that I couldn’t buy something, I respected him and did not usually spend an excess of money.
“So, now I can’t provide for you the life you wanted? You dated one of the richest men in the industry and you married me and now you’re unhappy and are clinging to this Givenchy dress as a dream of what I could never give you?” He walked out of the room and I chased after him. I stepped in front of him and held his face in my hands. I assured him that it was nothing like that and I told him that it was simply a beautiful dress that I could not part with. I explained that I must have forgotten about the note and that if I would have known it was there, I would have thrown it out. And then I lied, again—I needed to make things seem real.
“You know that bag, the one I always wear out?” He nodded and I continued. “It’s a Hermes bag. It’s worth a ridiculous amount of money. He also gave me that, on the same day he gave me this dress. They were too gorgeous to throw away. I only kept two things, and those were it. I never wore the dress because I never had an occasion and then when I met you, it just didn’t seem right. But the bag, it’s amazing, and I couldn’t throw it out. So I still use it.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. I had nothing else to say. That was it. When I opened my eyes, I could tell he was OK. He grabbed my hand and led me back into the bedroom. He didn’t say a word. When we got to the bedroom, he pulled my wet hair back and took my slip off. He picked me up and threw me on the bed. He undressed and made love to me. When he was done, he turned towards to me.
“I’m sorry. I keep taking out my past on you and it’s not fair. You deserve so much more.” With those words, he held me close and, once again, my heart broke into a million pieces.