Maybe Just a Misunderstanding

Clara returned from the restroom and saw that her husband, Jordan, still hadn’t arrived. As she returned to the table, she saw her boss.

She greeted her boss, but noticed that his eyes seemed gloomy.

Adrian answered briefly, “I’m here to meet a business partner.”

“Oh, okay.” Feeling that he wasn’t in the mood to talk, Clara didn’t continue the conversation.

Adrian turned and left without looking back. Clara returned to the table and checked her watch. It was already seven forty. Jordan was half an hour late.

Frowning, she took out her phone and reread the message she had sent him earlier.

There were no errors in the address and time.

Why hadn’t he come yet after agreeing to come? Was he letting her down again?

What was the matter? Did he not want to meet the woman he married? Did he already hate her before they met?

As her mind was filled with various questions, Clara felt a little sad.

The steak she was eating tasted bland in her mouth. After swallowing a piece forcefully, she put down her knife and fork, then sent another text message to Jordan.

“Hey, why haven’t you come yet? What’s making you late? If tonight isn’t convenient for you, let’s set another day and time.”

Raffaele’s heart ached a little as he saw Clara’s mood dampen.

It made him hate Jordan even more.

Snatching his glass and slamming it on the table, he spat out a curse angrily, “How dare he let you down twice in one day? You’re much better than that, Clara. I say, just get a divorce!”

“Shh! Stop stirring up trouble!” Selena told him with a sharp look.

Raffaele shook his head in disappointment and shut his lips even though he desperately wanted to give the guy a piece of his mind.

Selena turned her gaze to Clara and comforted her in a soft voice, “Don’t look so sad, Clara. Maybe something came up.”

Because she and Raffaele had fallen in love at first sight, she believed that true love could happen for Clara and her husband. But she also realized that it wouldn’t be easy in the beginning.

Clara nodded without saying anything.

She looked at her phone again. Jordan still hadn’t replied to her last message. ‘Has he not seen it, or is he ignoring it now?’

***

Adrian’s intention to confront his wife and her lover was interrupted by Clara’s sudden arrival. It seemed she was also there for dinner. For some reason, he didn’t want Clara to know that he had marital problems.

Adrian headed to the parking lot with a look as if he was ready to explode at any moment. He had just gotten into his car when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He immediately picked it up and saw that his wife had just sent him a message.

His brow furrowed as soon as he read the message.

Was she crazy? He had just seen her kissing another man in public, yet she still dared to text him as if she couldn’t wait to see him.

The woman who was pretending!

Adrian had lived long enough to encounter all sorts of women. Many had done outrageous things, but none had come close to the new event his wife had orchestrated. He was so shocked that he almost lost his temper in public.

He felt incredibly annoyed.

Adrian tossed his phone aside, started the engine, and sped away.

Fueled by mounting anger, Adrian drove around the city.

It was very late when he arrived home.

The first person he saw upon entering his mansion was his grandmother, Joanne Halle. She was sitting on the sofa with a furrowed brow.

“Where were you? Look at the time! Why are you out so late?”

With his suit jacket hanging on his shoulders, Adrian glanced at the clock his grandmother was pointing at, then sighed. “Grandma, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be resting by now?”

“How dare you ask me that?” Joanne patted the leather armrest of the sofa and glared at him. “Clara’s grandfather told me that you didn’t pick her up from the airport. Where have you been all this time? And why are you lying to me? You’re a married man now. How can you be so irresponsible?”

A hint of despair appeared in Adrian’s eyes.

“Grandma.” Adrian casually placed his jacket on the sofa and sat down next to her.

After hesitating for a moment, he recounted everything he had seen at the airport today.

Finally, he sighed and added in a sincere tone. “Grandma, my father had many affairs when he was alive. His infidelity led to my birth. Even though everyone sees me as the heir to the family, I’m still a bastard child.”

“Adrian…” Joanne called out softly, feeling sorry for him.

She knew what he had been through. As always, she felt sorry for him.

Adrian held his knee as he continued, “That’s why I’ve vowed to never be like my father. I intend to remain faithful to my wife, and I expect her to do the same. I can’t accept it if we’re not on the same page.”

There was a moment of silence after he finished speaking.

After thinking for a moment, Joanne said, “You know me. I don’t do anything without investigating properly. I did that before I married you to Clara. If anything, she’s a good and decent woman. There must be some misunderstanding.”

Adrian pursed his lips and said nothing.

“Please don’t give up so easily. You two need to talk everything out directly,” Joanne suggested. “Since you two never dated, you need to spend more time creating that initial bond. Take things slowly, okay?”

Adrian didn’t know what to say, so he changed the topic. “It’s very late. I’ll ask the driver to take you home. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Joanne wanted to press him, but seeing his weary eyes and the tired lines on his forehead, she swallowed her words.

After sending his grandmother home, Adrian lay down on his large bed. He closed his eyes. But the image of the affectionate couple at the restaurant kept appearing in his mind. He couldn’t banish it, no matter how he tried. At this moment, he felt empty and hollow.

This marriage didn’t seem like it was going to work. Maybe it was time to get a divorce.