Just when I thought that I still had a little hope, it was gone now. I looked at the dinner Andrew had made, the shrimp scampi, risotto and roses on the side. Then, I remembered what he had said earlier.
“Honey! Did you forget? Today is our anniversary.”
Our anniversary.
Even on that day Andrew chose someone else. My husband left me alone even though I told him I didn’t want him to go. I told him I wanted to be with him. But he left anyway for someone he cared about more.
“I will go to the Waldorf Astoria,” I told my best friend.
“Even if our marriage ends, I want to see who I lost to.”
I had thought about it before. Perhaps I would lose to someone smart and classy, or someone young, bright and full of life. But I never expected to lose to someone like her.
When I saw the woman sitting next to Andrew, the one calling his name sweetly, I was shocked. Bianca turned out to be so average that I wouldn’t remember her if we passed on the street. Her clothes were simple. Her hair was in a loose bun. She wasn’t wearing makeup.
She held Andrew’s arm, laughed and said, “Andrew.”
“They want me to drink.”
She pointed at the older men at the table like a spoiled young lady.