No More Tomorrows

Chapter 2: Decision Made

My hands were shaking as I checked the Find my Friends App that Grant insisted we install once I started taking night shifts at the hospital. He said he needed to always know where I was in case I needed him. He needed me to be safe. I wonder if he ever thought I'd be the one using the App to check on his location. That I'd ever have reason to question where he was and what he was doing. 

After a moment the App returned his location. He wasn't at the office like he claimed. He was three blocks over at what looked like a club. That sick feeling in my stomach returned. There was no reason to lie to me about where he'd be tonight. No reason unless he was hiding something. Even if they went for a drink after work it shouldn't be until hours from now. I'd just hung up the phone with him telling me they had hours of work to plough through if they were going to meet their deadline. What a liar. 

Staring at the little dot on my phone I knew I had a decision to make. A decision that would decide my future. Not just my future with Grant, but the future of my life. 

I could call him and see if he even picked up, lately that had been hit and miss. He'd no doubt lie to me again and explain away his location. 

I could go to bed and wait for his return to ask him why he'd lied. That was if he even made it home before I had to leave for my double shift tomorrow. 

I could get an Uber and go see what he was actually doing. 

None of the options appealed to me but I realised I'd reached the point where blindly believing my boyfriend had come to an end. The complete trust I had in him had been slowly eroded by his behaviour and tonight's outright lie and whatever activity it was covering, was likely the death knell of our relationship. Knowing myself and the level of love I had for Grant I knew I had to see whatever he was up to with my own eyes. That would allow my brain to convince my heart it was time to let go. 

Steeling my spine I blew out the candles I had lit to go along with the beautiful meal I'd cooked as an early celebration of our anniversary. Sadly I was scheduled to work on the actual date so we'd both agreed we'd celebrate tonight as it was the only evening that suited both our calendars this week. Grant either didn't remember the meal we'd agreed on or didn't care, but either way his favourite pasta dish was sitting uneaten on the table and the bottle of red I'd opened hours earlier to "breathe" was pretty much out of breath. 

The App said the Uber would be downstairs in less than ten minutes so with a quick trip to the bathroom I headed to the elevator. Ready to find out once and for all what my loving boyfriend actually got up to on the evenings he told me he was working. 

My thoughts were chaotic on the trip down to the foyer. Worst case scenarios playing out in my head. Before this I was never one of those girls who got jealous. I trusted his love for me and figured being jealous wouldn't stop him from cheating anyway. He'd never given me reason to worry, even in College and then Graduate School when he had women fawning over him I hadn't worried. He'd only ever had eyes for me and would very quickly set them straight that he was taken. That I was his girl. All his spare time was mine. My relationship with Grant had always felt perfect to me. 

But a perfect past didn't guarantee me a perfect future and I had the feeling tonight's ending would be explosive. While I might have a more reserved personality and not enjoy arguing I did have a terrible temper. My mum called it a slow boil kind of temper, once my switch was flipped things could get ugly. 

I had a feeling we were in for some ugly.