The Contraceptive Bill in My Husband's Name
On the first day of my husband's business trip, an unknown number calls me. It belongs to an employee of a pharmacy.
The employee sounds very anxious over the phone. "Hello, are you related to Mr. Yates by any chance? He came to the pharmacy this afternoon to buy a box of morning-after pills, but he left right away without paying for the pills. Please pay the bill right now."
My mind buzzes at the news. Morning-after pills?
I suppress my emotions immediately before calling Zachary. I begin probing him afterward.
"Where did you go this afternoon, honey? Your credit card statement shows that the payment you've made at a pharmacy has failed to go through."
Zachary pauses for half a second before letting out a soft chuckle.
"Ah, I bought the pills for a new intern in my department. She's a young woman who gets flustered easily, so I ran an errand for her."
I just smile while saying "okay" to Zachary. After ending the call, I call the pharmacy once again, this time in a cold voice.
"Send me your pharmacy's address. I'll head over and pay the bill in person."