That same night, I heard Rick on a phone call downstairs, speaking in hushed tones. The call was late at night, and he was strangely speaking in coded phrases, making sudden schedule changes to his work.
The next morning, I woke up to my phone ringing. It was an unknown number.
I almost let it ring, but something made me answer.
“Hi,” a man’s voice said calmly.
“This is David. Rick’s boss from last night.”
My stomach dropped.
“I’m calling you privately,” he continued. “Your husband shouldn’t know.
I’m sorry for contacting you like this, but I got your details from his work information.”
Luckily, Rick had already left for work, I assumed.
I sat up in bed. My hands trembled.
“I saw everything,” he said. “And the way he treated you…
that was unacceptable.”
I couldn’t speak.
Then he said, real quiet, “I have an idea about how to teach him a lesson. If you are keen, please hear me out.”
That’s when I found my voice. “I already have an idea.
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