My affair with my older ex-lover, Derrick, was in full effect. We saw each other at least three times a week. It wasn’t always for sex—oftentimes we just went to dinner or a movie. We enjoyed each other’s company and he showered me with lavish gifts—mostly clothes, handbags, and jewelry. At first, my husband, Robert, was oblivious to my new “things,” but eventually he caught on and started asking questions. He wondered where I was getting the extra money to buy everything. Most of the time, I just told him that it was an old item that I hadn’t worn in years, or old purses that had never been used. Sometimes, I would lie and say that there was a great sale.
I had made a point to start carrying cash on me so that I would not leave any traces when I left the city. The one thing I never showed my husband was the black diamond ring that Derrick had given me. I was waiting for the right moment to tell the right story, so that I could wear it more often. One evening, I was at the mall and I called Robert. I told him that there was a beautiful ring that I was completely in love with. He asked how much it was, and I said it was only a few hundred. I said that I had gotten a small bonus from work and that I wanted to use that money to buy the ring for myself. He encouraged me to get it and said that he just wanted me to be happy.
When I got home, I was wearing my wedding ring on my left hand and my promise ring on my right ring finger. Robert, my husband, could not stop talking about how stunning the ring was. He was amazed at how much it looked like a diamond—because of the size of the ring, I could not tell him that it was real; I could have never afforded a real diamond ring. Robert said it was beautiful and that he loved how it made me smile. I felt a little guilty wearing both rings at the same time, but the ring Derrick had given me was too beautiful not to wear. It was a reminder to me that I needed to be careful about my actions. I needed to make sure I didn’t get caught.
One night after I got home from seeing Derrick, I noticed that my husband was still awake. I walked through the door and he immediately called my name. I could tell that there was a sense of anger in his tone. It was past 2 o’clock in the morning, so I assumed he was upset that I was getting home so late. I ignored his call and rushed into the shower—I smelled like Derrick’s cologne. I made sure I brought my clothes in the bathroom with me so that I could figure out how to get the smell out of them. Usually, I would get home and my husband would already be asleep, so before hopping into bed I would take a quick shower and put my clothes in the washer.
As I showered, I heard Robert screaming my name; his voice started getting closer and closer. When he knocked on the bathroom door, I told him I need to shower and he screamed at me to open the door right away. When I refused, he broke down the door and pulled open the shower door. Immediately, I felt weak in the knees. In Robert’s hand was a Givenchy dress with the tag still on—the dress was worth over a thousand dollars. To make matters worse, there was a card attached to the dress that read: “To my one and only. Reunited and it feels so good. Yours always, Derrick.”