I was about to call her when that familiar voice rang in my ears again.
“Daddy, Mommy went to have a secret meeting with my real dad. She’s at the yoga studio she often goes to, hurry!”
Panic surged through me as I saw that her phone had already dialed. I opened my mouth to speak, but after two rings, the call was suddenly disconnected.
My wife never hangs up on me.
An unfamiliar dread slammed into my chest. I didn’t even have time to change clothes. I jumped into the car and sped toward the yoga studio, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I didn’t even turn off the engine. Clenching my fists so tightly that my knuckles ached, and my whole body trembling, I burst into the yoga studio.
But as soon as I pushed open the door, relief and confusion collided. My wife was there calmly chatting with the lady boss in the lobby.
At that moment, the mischievous voice sounded in my head again. “[Daddy, you drove too slowly! Mommy already had her secret meeting with him long ago!”
The lady boss looked at me, still in pajamas and out of breath, and let out a light laugh.