I was by Grandma's side all day at the hospital, keeping her company and offering her comfort. Despite her urging me to go home and get some rest, I stayed until evening. Henry didn't show up at all.
The house felt pretty empty when I walked in. After showering, I crawled into bed.
My body exhausted but my mind in turmoil.
When did Henry start cheating on me? Was it during my last business trip, or had it begun much earlier?
Another message interrupted my thoughts, displaying a picture of Henry massaging Melissa's feet, accompanied by a taunting message: [Has Henry ever done this for you? I heard your grandma is unwell, such a pity. But I'd rather have Henry accompany me shopping first. Hope you don't mind?]
More messages flooded in: [Wendy, stop pretending. I know you've seen it. I suggest you give up the Mrs. Johnson title as soon as you can, or you'll regret it.]
I didn't reply, turned off my phone, and forced myself to go to sleep.
Later, I heard Henry return. He disappeared into the bathroom for a shower before slipping into bed beside me, his back turned. The bedside lamp remained lit, as was my custom.