No Body, No Crime

Prologue

Este - Monday, July 20th

He did it.

The bastard did it. I scrolled through his phone careful not to make any sudden movements or noises to wake him up from next to me. I knew it. I knew he was seeing someone else. I put the phone back on the bedside table. I couldn't believe he did it. This was one of the times I wished I wasn't right. I didn't want to be right about this at all.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to strangle him. How could he? I had my suspicions, but I never thought he would do it. I knew something was wrong when He stopped kissing me in the same way. Then he stopped touching my shoulder when I'd work from home. Soon enough he was leaving the house before I woke up and coming back late. He didn't love me like he used to. I thought this must be what every marriage went through. That you just get used to having each other around so much you don't feel the need to do what you used to. I thought maybe I was just imagining things, maybe it was all just in my head. I hoped it was all in my head, but it wasn't.

He had promised not to, he promised me I was his one and only. I guess it was all just a lie. Did he really love me? Or was it all an act? He told me he would never do it again.

I knew His trust wasn't worth anything now. I had to leave him. I couldn't just stay with him.

I got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen, where the home phone was located. I dialed the number, she was the only person that would understand. She was the only one I could confide in. I held the phone up to my ear and heard it ring, counting every sound from the phone like I did when I just need to breathe.

One.

Two,

Three.

"Hello? Este? what's wrong?" I finally heard her voice through the phone, she sounded worried maybe scared. She knew I never called with the home phone unless something was wrong but she had it saved just in case.

"He did it." I whispered into the transmitter of a phone. I was sure she could hear my breathes on the other side, as I tried to calm myself down. I didn't know if I wanted to cry or scream.

"Olive Garden, tomorrow, the usual time."And she hung up the phone. I set the handle down in its place, and went to get a glass of water thinking I may have woken him up. I leaned against the counter drinking the water in small sips. I couldn't shake the only thought in my head, repeating itself over and over and over again.

He did it. He did it. He did it.