Chapter 5: Jessie’s POV

The first step to finding out if your husband is cheating and has a mistress is to keep tabs on him. So, every morning, I’ve been waking up, dressing in secret and pretending to be asleep all before my husband gets ready and leaves for work.

Then I follow him in a rental vehicle that I never park at home and watch him secretly from outside his company building.

For the last two days, I haven’t witnessed anything out of the ordinary. He simply worked until it was time to leave for the day but today seemed to be a little different.

I was waiting outside for a bit when I spotted Alan leaving his office early, heading to his car and picking up a woman roadside. My jaw couldn’t help but hang open as I watched this roadside interacting. He seemed to know this woman and was far too comfortable around her. Could this be the same woman who’s been sending me the boxes? Has he brought this woman to our home? Could I have been so blind to my own husband’s infidelities. I feel like I’ve been made a fool of.

I whip my neck and squint as much as possible, trying to get a closer look, but I couldn’t see her face as she wore large sunglasses and a sun hat, but it was clear that it was a woman. I watch as he embraces her, my heart sinking further down, as they hop in his car and head to a nearby hotel. They seemed very cozy when booking their room and leaving to said room. I watched as rushed towards the front desk to request their room information.

“I’d like the room information for Alan Smith.” I ask in a mousy tone. I felt pathetic for even asking.

“All rooms and guest information are confidential.” The receptionist responds coldly. I almost gave up in that moment, feeling hopeless and pathetic. But I needed answers, so I pulled out my driver’s license before asking again.

“My name is Jessie Smith, and I would like my husband, Alan Smith’s, room information.” I felt brave in that moment as the receptionist rapidly typed away on the computer in response.

I followed them from a distance and could feel my body trembling as I closed in on their hotel room door. The front desk was more than happy to provide the room number once I confirmed that I am his wife. Now, I stand just outside the door, trembling with anger.

But I couldn’t find the courage to break into it.

I know that they’re in there. Alan, my husband of five years and his mistress are just beyond this door, and I can only assume the sinful acts happening just inside. I silently paced the hall just outside their room, trying to compose myself and dull my eagerness of pouncing on them both in a murderous rage. I could feel my nails creating crescent-like cuts into my palms as my demeanor becomes cold.

It takes me about twenty minutes of breathing to compose myself completely and finally build the courage to kick the door. I kick hard enough to be heard on the other side and wait for a response

This was it. In just a moment, my husband would be opening his hotel room door, and I’d get to see who this mistress is. Hopefully, I would be brave enough to push past him and demand the answers to the questions that have be disturbing me for weeks.

I wait and I feel the anticipation slowly eat away at me.