Chapter 5 An Exciting Game
Two days before my departure overseas, I was discharged from the hospital with a small bag of luggage.
When I opened the front door, Hugo and Sylvie were nowhere to be
seen.
Back when Hugo had been staying at the hospital with Sylvie, I had secretly installed surveillance cameras, preparing to catch their affair on record.
I pulled out my phone and saw them tangled together in my bed. My fingers clenched tightly.
Our wedding photo still sat on the nightstand. Sylvie carelessly brushed her fingers across it, and it toppled off with a crash, shattering into pieces.
Hugo lifted his head, sweat glistening on his forehead. His voice hoarse as he said, “Sylvie, this is the last time. After my anniversary with Rosaliè, we’ll just be regular friends.”
Sylvie responded emotionally, wrapping her arms around his neck, but just as Hugo leaned in for more, she pulled away and said, “Why don’t we make it more fun with a little game? You’ve used up everything you had prepared, so I ordered delivery. Since Rosalie’s being discharged today, she should be home soon–should we have her pick it up for
us?”
My legs felt like they were made of lead.
Then I watched as Hugo raised an eyebrow lazily and curved his lips
into a smile. “Sounds good. If this is the last time, it ought to be exciting. Rosalie’s so obedient. She’ll probably think it’s just some medicine I ordered for you.”
The screen abruptly went black. A moment later, Hugo called me.
“Don’t come home yet. A delivery’s arriving soon, grab it downstairs and bring it up to the bedroom.”
A chill spread across my face. I uttered a single, firm word, “Okay.”
Then I sent the video I’d just recorded straight to my lawyer.
Before I left the country, I would make sure Hugo and Sylvie’s reputations were utterly ruined!
When I picked up the yellow takeout bag, I didn’t ask a single question. I walked straight to the master bedroom and knocked.
Hugo acted like nothing had happened, lounging comfortably as if he and Sylvie hadn’t just been in bed together.
As I handed him the bag, he raised his brow and asked, “Aren’t you curious what’s inside?”
I pressed my lips into a firm line, my eyes cold and indifferent. “Is it not enough? If not, I still have more.”
The moment I said it, Hugo’s face shifted dramatically. He knew that I never left Sylvie’s medication lying around the house. But the condoms he and I used to use during intimate times? Those were always easy to find.
I simply stood there in silence, while his eyes turned red.
His voice cracked as he grabbed my sleeve, asking, “Rosalie… you
don’t care about me anymore?”
Behind him, Sylvie appeared–wearing one of my lace nightgowns, her innocent face peeking out. “Babe, don’t misunderstand, okay? I was
just really tired and fell asleep in your bed. Nothing happened between Hugo and me.”
If I didn’t know what the two of them had done behind my back, I might’ve believed her.
But now, I simply yanked my sleeve out of Hugo’s grip in pure disgust. “What’s there to misunderstand? Of course, I keep extra supplies of your meds.”
Hearing that, Hugo’s eyes lit up with joy.
He leaned forward, trying to kiss me. I turned away and walked toward the guest room. “I don’t like sleeping on things someone else has touched.”
***
In the final two days before I left New York, Hugo and I barely saw each other.
I was busy packing, tying up work at the office, and erasing every last trace of love from the home we once shared.
Hugo was equally busy.
After I caught him and Sylvie in the master bedroom that day, he got her a hotel and moved out to stay with her.
That made it easier for me to handle things around the house.
Standing at the airport gate with my suitcase, I glanced back one last
65.76%
time at New York, the city of my birth and upbringing, and offered it a small wave.
Everyone I had once loved, and those who had professed to love me, were now in my past, never to be seen again.
