5. Are you cheating on me?

DAVE’S POV

“Answer me, goddammit!”

I clenched my fist, waiting for a response.

“And don’t you dare tell me you’re at home, Sara. There are cameras in the rooms and I know you didn’t sleep there last night. So, I’ll ask you once again. Where the hell are you?”

“I’m at Liz’s.”

“Liz,” the words stumbled out of my mouth.

I knew she was lying. Liz was right here with me.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Are you lying to me?”

“Why would I be? Liz was sick, so I came over to her place. I’m sorry…I should have told you but you told me you’d be very busy.”

I clenched my jaw.

“Liz says hi,” she continued. “She’s getting better so I will be back home today. How did the meeting go?”

Was she cheating on me?

“It was great,” I said. “Next time, don’t leave the house without telling me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

I ended the call.

“She’s cheating on me,” I muttered angrily.

Liz hissed. “Sara? She would never do that.”

I faced her. “Why do you say so?”

“That woman loves you too much to be in the arms of another man.” She scoffed. “She can’t even nurse a crush on another man.”

“Then why did she lie?” I stood up. “She’s not home…and she said she was with you.”

Liz shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I lowered my brow. “Did she tell you about any man?”

Liz shook her head. “No. Sara isn’t sleeping with another man. I can vouch for that.”

She stood up and pulled her robe. “Why not have fun instead of talking about her. This vacation was supposed to be about us alone.”

I stared at her nude form for a while. “You know what,” I said. “You’re right. And I’m going to find out the truth when I return back to Chicago."

She threw her hands around my neck and kissed me. “You do that. Right now, I just want us to continue from where we stopped.”

I pulled away briefly. “And Horace? Why hasn’t he called?”

Liz scoffed. “His name is a mood spoiler, Dave. Don’t call his name when I’m turned on.”

She pushed my robe away and kissed my nipple, moaning against it. But my mind was not in the moment. I was still thinking about the call. This was the first time, since we were married, that Sara would leave the house without telling me.

I had been so confident that she was too devoted to cheat on me. But that confidence was failing.

“Babe, you’re still,” Liz said. “Do something. Hold me.” She scoffed as she reached for my brief. “You aren’t even hard yet. I know just what you need.”

She pushed me to the bed and knelt over me. She was reaching for my brief when the tone of my ringing phone sliced through the air. I pulled up immediately, pushing her aside.

“What the—Dave!”

I reached for the phone.

“Mr. Wright,” the caller said. “I thought I should let you know that a woman was here yesterday to inspect the house.”

I sat up. “A woman?” I glanced at Liz. We had been together all day yesterday. “Describe her.”

“Blonde haired, slim…she introduced herself as Mrs. Wright.”

“What?”

“She didn’t want you to know that she was here…but I thought it was important you knew because she’s different from the one you usually bring to check the house.”

“Okay. Did she say anything?”

“She came with a man.”

My heart stopped. “A man? Did he introduce himself?”

“No. He was in the car the whole time.”

I clenched my fist. Sara had played me for a fool. She was here in Indiana, and she lied to me. She knew about the house.

Did she also know about the affair?

“Did she enter the house?”

“She stood by the entrance and left hurriedly.”

I nodded. “Thank you. Let me know if she visits again.”

I ended the call, clenching my jaw.

“What was that about?” Liz asked.

I dropped the phone. “She knows, Liz. She knows about the house….she definitely knows about us.”

Liz shook her head and drew closer to me. “No. I was with her only last week. Sara doesn’t know—”

“And the house?! How did she know?” I lowered my brow. “Did you yap around and let her know?”

Liz frowned. “Dave. I can’t believe you’d say that.”

“Fuck!”

“What does it even matter? You’re going to divorce her and marry me, aren’t you?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“No, Dave. It’s not that difficult. People fall out of love everyday. I’m waiting for you to divorce her so I can leave that poor, miserabe Horace.” She drew closer. “We belong together, babe.”

“Don’t be dense, Liz. Divorce doesn't work that way.” I stood up, exhaling deeply.

I needed to call her. I needed to know what she knew and how she knew about the house. I reached for my phone, dialing her number. It rang and went straight to voicemail.

“Pick up…pick up!”

I dialed again and waited.

“Dave?”

I clenched my fist when I heard her voice.

“You’re calling me again,” she said. “You must be really missing me.”

“Cut the crap, Sara,” I snapped, my chest exploding with anger. “I know you’re in Chicago and you came here with a man. So, right now, I’ll be doing the questions and you’ll fucking answer me truthfully. Are you cheating on me?”