The Guy I Married

♠ 42 - The truth hurts

•Curtis•

It's two weeks after we bugged Shawn's phone.

Seth and I are meeting in the cafe shop where we planned it two weeks ago.

•Flashback - two weeks ago•

"There's got to be camera's in the house, because I don't get how he always manages to know I went searching his office. I know a camera in the house is good, I know it's for safety, but my husband is definitely hiding something." I told Seth, my younger brother.

"Look, you told me you wanted me to bug your friend's phone, you didn't tell me, it was your husband's phone we were bugging."

"C'mon Seth,"

"This wasn't part of the plan. I do not want to get into that man's bad books, okay?"

"Can't you do this for your big sister? You're good with your toys, so this should be a piece of cake of you." I usually called his gadgets, toys. God knows how he gets them or makes them. My brother was a genius and I was so grateful for that right now.

"Curtis, I..."

I sighed. "Look," I reached out to touch his arm on the other side of the table. "I know I'm putting you through a lot of pressure right now. I just... I just... I need to know the truth. I'm so scared I might have..." I paused. I don't know how Seth would take it if I told him I married a killer.

"Have..." He urged me to continue. "Made a mistake?" He completed the statement and chuckled. "Wait till I tell Mom and Dad you're having marital problems in just 2 months of marriage."

"You are not telling Mom and Dad about this." I strictly informed him almost yelling. When I saw the confused yet surprised look on his face, I realized I was a bit harsh. He was doing me a favor anyway. "Hey," I said with a calmer tone. "This is just between me and you, okay? No Mom, No Dad, No Emily, Not even Hunter."

•End•

Seth dashed into the cafe looking hot as usual with a black leather jacket and blue pants to match. His features were mostly from my Mom. He had her brown eyes and dark brown hair.

"Hey sis." He greeted then took the sit opposite mine. "Waited long?"

"It's not easy for me you know, being the only punctual person in the family."

He chuckled at my words. I was a bit pissed but I had to let go. I actually needed him so I had to.

I observed his looks for a while and noticed how empty handed he came. "So where's the tape, Seth? Don't tell me..."

Our agreement was after bugging Shawn's phone, we meet two weeks later, where he brings the records on a tape.

"C'mon, have a little faith." He chuckled reaching into his inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a flash drive and pushed to my side of the table.

I picked the flash drive in my hands and gripped hard. Suddenly, I felt heavier inside. What is this anxiety? I was about to find out the truth. Maybe the documents I received from the anonymous texter were forged. Anything can be forged these days. I wanted to hear the truth from his lips now.

The past two weeks were extremely hard for me. Shawn continued his disappearing act of three days in, five days away from home and I just watched. Simply played cool with it, though it was eating me inside.

I asked myself so many times, could asking him about the issue would help? But would telling him what I knew help anything? What if he denies? What if it's the truth and he really kills people? Can I really accept a murderer?