For a moment, I didn't know how to respond. Dexter had always been warm and gentle toward me but reserved and distant with others. I couldn't imagine what his passionate side looked like.
After a brief pause, I typed, "She's next to me."
This seemed to put her mind at ease. "Okay, babe, I'll log off now," she replied. Scarlett went offline.
Scrolling up, I found the earlier messages vulgar and explicit, burning my eyes and further shattering my perception of Dexter.
I recorded all their chat logs on my phone, then deleted the conversation and placed his phone back where it was.
I didn't sleep a wink all night. It wasn't until the early hours of dawn, with the faint light creeping through the window, that I managed to drift off into a restless slumber.
When I woke up, it was already nine in the morning. Dexter had gone to work.
On the bedside table, he had left a note, reminding me that he had prepared breakfast for me in the kitchen. I crumpled the note into a ball and tossed it into the trash before getting up to wash and get ready.
Since resigning, I rarely visited the office, but today, I decided to surprise Dexter by bringing him a homemade lunch.