proof. It was just a damn phone call.”
Carl paused for a minute as if he was thinking.
Finally speaking he said, “You know what Tiff, you could just be over thinking. Think about it. Why would Michael answer the phone for another woman late at night right in front of you if he was sleeping with her? He wouldn’t disrespect you like that. We men are dumb but we’re not that dumb,” he said jokingly.
When I thought about it, he made a lot of sense. With relief I sighed, “Thanks. You always know how to put things in perspective. Well I’m about to try to relax so I will talk to you later.”
After my phone call with Carl, I got in my bed and laid down. It felt like my eyes were only closed for 5 minutes because when I opened my eyes, the whole room was dark. I checked my phone and it was 10:30. I had slept the whole day. Michael comes into the room. I don’t know what time he got here but at the moment, I didn’t even care to ask. He took off his clothes and headed towards the shower without even speaking to me. I guess he was still upset about the other night. I checked my phone again and had a few missed calls. Draya called but I didn’t feel like talking because the only thing I would talk about is Michael’s strange behavior, and I didn’t want to relive the past few days.
I noticed that the mystery caller still hasn’t called. Strange ly, I was curious to know why. Michael comes out of the bathroom and still doesn’t look at me. He grabs a pillow and I look at him confused.
“Where are you going ?” I asked with my head tilted to the side.
He looked at me and sighed, “I just want some space tonight, that’s all,” he responded without making eye contact.
I didn’t say anything else to his ass. I slumped back in the bed and turned my back to him. I didn’t have the energy to argue with him. It was just going to push him further away. Melanie’s words then began to resurface in my thoughts. She could’ve just been saying something to get under my skin. If there was anybody that wanted my husband, I would know. The bitch was just trying to confuse me.
The next morning at work, I stayed busy. I had Draya going over contracts while I analyzed my cases. When I went down the hall to get some coffee, I couldn’t help but notice that Melanie’s door was closed. I looked through the side window to see if she was at her desk, but there was no trace of her and none of her personal belongings was on her desk. ‘ That’s odd,’ I thought to myself. As soon as I got back to my office, I called Draya in.
With this puzzled look on my face, I looked at her and said , “Melanie’s door is locked and she isn’t in her office.”
Draya didn’t say anything. She just shrugged her shoulders as if she didn’t care and walked away. Maybe she was sick or