(Highest ranking: #253 in Chicklit - 3 October 2017) Cynthia finds lipstick on her husband's shirt and it isn't her shade. She goes out for a walk trying to process the shocking news of her husband's infidelity, and that's when she finds Stacy, a wo...
"Where the hell are they?" Cynthia thought as she frantically searched through Andrew's blazer pockets. "Maybe he left them in the office before coming here." Cynthia listened for the sound of the running shower in the bathroom. It seemed safe enough for her to run downstairs. He wouldn't be out any time soon. She grabbed her key impression kit from the bed, slid it into her pocket and ran downstairs.
As she suspected, the buddle of keys was on top of a binder on Andrew's office desk. Typical of Andrew, he had tagged and labeled every single one of his keys. She could easily spot which one was his office key. She made three impressions of it on the mold, rubbed her fingerprints off on her pants, and put the bundle back in the binder.
She was going to quickly make her exit from the office, but on her way out, she spotted a stack of papers titled 'Andrew Lancaster and Warren Akula Partnership Agreement' on the bookshelf. "The Warren Akula?" Cynthia thought, wondering if Andrew was really partnering up with the famous business mogul.
She had heard about Warren Akula. The man was constantly in the news, signing impressive contracts and suing disloyal business partners. She knew he was a very conservative man with near-unbreakable principles in the business world. What would he think about his partner being caught up in a divorce scandal?
Cynthia came back to her senses as she heard footsteps on the staircase. She quickly made her way out of the office and into the kitchen. She had just managed to open the fridge and pretend to be looking for something when Andrew came in.
"Where's the dinner?" He asked.
"I'm almost done. I'll be right there." She said. She sighed in relief as he walked back to the living room. Hopefully, he didn't suspect anything. She felt her pocket for the impression pad. It was still there. Secure. She pushed it deeper into her pocket.
She opened the oven to retrieve the apple pie she was making for dessert. It inspired by the man she had met at the kids' school. He had occupied her thoughts ever since they met earlier in the day.
Sam walked into the kitchen just as she was stacking the plates and cutlery to take to the dining table. "Hey honey. You need something."
"No," he said as he leaned against the fridge door.
She was momentarily confused, then she understood. He just wanted to get out of the living room because his dad was there. The kids tended to do that at times. Avoid their father. "If I was stronger, maybe she would confront him about it. Tell him to spend a little more time with the kids, make them like him. They need a present father figure." She thought.
"Why don't you help mommy take this juice to the table," she said as she handed him a glass of fruit juice. "Be careful now."
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