The next morning, I made Derrick—my rich, older fiancé—his favorite breakfast, and told him that I was going to the mall. I had just found out the day before that he had been seeing some other woman, but I acted like nothing was wrong. Besides, he had no idea that I had snooped on his cell phone. He handed me his American Express credit card, and told me that he wouldn’t be able to make it for our usual lunch date, which I expected.
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After he left, I headed to the mall and bought myself a $5,000 Hermes purse, with an outfit to match. I then headed straight to his office wearing my new clothes. I got there fifteen minutes before his lunch break, and his secretary told me that he was in a meeting. I knew it wasn’t true, so instead I walked past her and into his office.
The first thing I saw was an older, attractive woman sitting across from him. His face looked angry—I had never been in his office before. He quickly excused himself, stood up, grabbed me by the arm, and walked me into the adjacent office. “What are you doing here, Cassie?” he asked.
“I wanted to show you what I bought today, look!” I twirled around with a big smile, keeping a close eye on the woman inside. I could see her standing by the door trying to see what we were doing.
“It’s beautiful, Cassie, but I am in a meeting right now and it’s going to last right through lunch. I have a new client and I’m trying to close this deal. I’ll see you tomorrow at our usual time?”
He was acting strangely distant with me. He even made sure to position himself a few feet away from me. I nodded my head and he walked away—no hug, no kiss. I stood outside his office for a few seconds, waiting for the anger in me to subside. As I walked out, I noticed that he was having a heated discussion with the other woman. I stood still to see if I could hear what they were arguing about. All of a sudden, the woman stormed out. I rushed after her, following her into the elevator.
“Are you his mistress?” She asked me coldly.
In a matter of seconds, I made the decision that I would lie. My life with Derrick had been too great to mess it up now. If this was his wife, I decided that I would remain his mistress for a while. “Oh no, ma’am,” I said with a laugh. “I’m a secretary at his L.A. office.”
“Why would you defend him?” she asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am,” I answered. “I’m assuming you’re his wife?” She nodded. I could feel my heart pounding, but I said, “He may have a mistress, but I assure you it’s not me.”
The elevator stopped and we both stepped out, but she wasn’t finished probing for answers. “And the twirl in the office?”
“He’s a rich, powerful man. Sometimes I forget he’s married. I was just showing him my new outfit,” I explained with a smile.
Her face was dead serious as she said, “Showing my husband your outfit is the least of my worries. Show off all you want, but if you’re lying to me, I’ll find out just like every other time, and you’ll regret it.”
She headed back toward the elevator and I immediately texted Derrick: “Spoke with your wife in the elevator. Pretty sure she’s heading up.” As soon as I hit send, my phone rang. I told him about our conversation, reassuring him that I didn’t tell her who I really was. He was silent. I heard a faint knock at his door, and, suddenly, the phone disconnected.