Not Us: Cash & Devin

Chapter 3

Devin POV

I watched my husband closely for the next three weeks. I let him know if he couldn't put forth the effort that I had been putting forth for weeks, to tell before even starting on trying to reconcile. He promised me he'd put in the effort. And he had.

He'd been home on time. I hadn't picked up OT just to be sure I could be here when he got home. On my off days, he invited me to his office for lunch, or we'd meet up somewhere close to his office. He introduced me to his newer colleagues. All except for Becky. He'd walked right past her the first time we'd had lunch in the sandwich shop on the ground floor of the building he worked in. It was his favorite spot. They had fun named sandwiches and even had soups as the weather was getting colder. It was a cute little mom-and-pop shop. The owners were in their later years and looked to be in their late 60s or early 70s. They quickly learned our names and our tastes when we came in to try something new. They knew everyone who came in. It was sweet.

I wasn't ready for anything more than kissing, and he knew that. I wanted all of my results to come back clear, and his, before we went there. I did not need sex clouding my judgment.

Things had been going well, but I was still on guard. I checked his phone randomly, and not every day so he'd never know. I also found an old tablet he didn't use anymore. I plugged that in, just to make sure I wasn't losing track of anything that he could have been deleting. He didn't know about that, so even if he was deleting anything off his device, I could see everything. He had everything linked up through his Apple account.

There had been nothing. For two weeks. I saw messages on his tablet once it loaded, that weren't on his phone. He'd been lying.

Again.

And they weren't even bad messages.

Caleb: Stop harassing me.

Caleb: I mean it. Leave me alone.

Caleb: You were reassigned. Kindly stay there. I've been very polite. I'll risk getting fired over this affair if it means getting away from you.

Why didn't he tell me about these? These look like he was defending himself. Why not tell me? Emilia and I had taken the day off since I needed my hair make-up, and nails done. It was his office Christmas party tonight. He'd gone with me when I went shopping for a dress. I picked out a tea-length, dark green dress with long, sheer poofy sleeves down to the wrist and a plunging neckline with gold jewelry. It looked beautiful. If you're reading this anywhere other than wattpad, it's stolen, copyrighted work from ejknight90. Go there to read for free. I was having my hair set in Old Hollywood curls. My make-up was going to be Old Hollywood inspired also. I'd been dying to wear my T-strap shoes somewhere and tonight was the perfect night.

He had said he'd meet me there, so I was catching a can downtown at a quarter til seven, anxiously checking my phone. I hadn't heard a peep from him since four and my wifey senses were tingling. Something told me that tonight was going to go very badly.

But I looked perfect. I had my armor flawlessly in place. Not a curl out of place, no smudge of the make-up. I looked amazing. I knew I did. Checking my phone once more as the cab pulled up to the old manor his company Christmas party where his company Christmas party was being held. It was old, like 1800s old, but gorgeous and very well maintained. It was two stories, with terraces on doting the second floor. It was simply stunning. The Valet opened my car door and helped me out.

Caleb's boss, Mr. Westwood, was a billionaire and took pride in appearance and maintaining a certain sense of decorum. He was also very private. He made it a point not to get involved in office gossip, or others' personal lives, as he liked no one poking into his private life. He was still a very polite and kind man. I enjoyed speaking to him at previous Christmas parties.