Mrs. Brown was in her 30s when she married my boss—who was also my secret lover—and the agreement was that her father would take care of Mr. Brown’s education. The only thing that her family wanted in return was for the couple to generate new money for the family business. Mrs. Brown told me that the marriage had nothing to do with love—it was all for wealth and power. If people knew their marriage was unsuccessful, it would taint her family’s name and legacy. She knew that he had messed around with other women before, but she had always caught him before any of these ladies had the chance to dig their heels into his fortune, or to convince him to leave her.
Mrs. Brown continued to tell me that while he fooled around on her, he would never end the marriage because then he wouldn’t inherit any money if she died before he did. I looked at the sadness in her eyes as she spoke about her husband. She never loved him, she just did as her father wished, and I could see she was regretting her decisions. She told me that she wanted her husband to date and live the rest of his life the way she couldn’t live hers, especially now that her health was getting worse. She wanted him to be happy with someone who really loved him.
She asked again if I would be her ally. I told her that I would keep an eye out for anything suspicious. She responded by saying that she always liked me, and wished that her husband could have found someone more like me.
She started to tear up, so she pulled her Dior shades over her eyes and ordered us both another round of drinks. I thought about what I was going to do with this information—was I going to tell my lover that his wife might actually be OK with our situation? Or should I pretend like this meeting never happened? I went with the latter and decided not to tell Mr. Brown about the meeting, at least not right away.
I casually mentioned to Mrs. Brown that I needed to get back to work to finish organizing the company’s Easter egg hunt, and that I couldn’t stay for another drink, but she insisted so I stayed put for a little while longer.
The conversation eventually died off and I was relieved when I could feel my phone vibrating. It was a text from Mr. Brown asking to swing by his condo later. I finished my drink and told Mrs. Brown that I’d surely see her around. At this point, I was officially at a loss for what would happen to my relationship with Mr. Brown.