A mistake

Damien sat in the private room of an expensive club together with his best buddy, Eric. He had been staying at a hotel since he left the house as he didn’t want to see the face of his cheating wife. His grey-colored eyes narrowed at his drink as he clenched his jaws before gulping the entire glass of whiskey.

His eyes lingered on the empty glass before he finally opened his mouth. “Harriett cheated…with Adrian. I’m getting a divorce.”

There was an eerie silence, and Damien had to raise his head to look at his friend just to be sure he heard him. Eric had a blank expression on his face that made Damien wonder if he knew about it.

“Wait. You’re being serious?” Eric asked when he saw that Damien wasn’t joking. A chuckle escaped his lips, and he sipped from his glass.

“Did you catch them in the act?” Eric asked, placing the glass at the tip of his lips, and Damien shook his head.

“No. Someone caught them and sent the picture to me.” Damien said through gritted teeth, but Eric stared at him like he was the biggest joker of the century.

“Wait a minute. Let me get something straight.” Eric placed his glass on the table and sat up. “You’re getting a divorce because someone sent you a picture of Harriett cheating with your brother even though you didn’t see it happen yourself?”

Damien didn’t understand where he was going with this, but he nodded, and the second he did, Eric started laughing hysterically.

“Are you serious, man? If you want to divorce her, do it. There’s no need to make up such excuses.” He said, and Damien cocked his head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“How can you spend three years with someone and still not know the person even a little? Harriett is in love with you, for fuck’s sake! She has been for years now, so why would she cheat on you… and with Adrian of all people.” Eric said. He couldn’t believe that his friend was about to make such a terrible decision all because of what might not be accurate.

Damien didn’t like that his friend was taking Harriett’s side. He knew that Harriett was hopelessly in love with him, but that wasn’t enough to stop her from cheating.

“People in love still cheat on each other. Besides, you know that I never wanted this marriage. I didn’t want to be stuck with her for the rest of my life, but thanks to my father, it happened. This incident is an opportunity for me to leave her finally.” He said and filled his glass with more whiskey.

“And go for Evelyn? Do you think she’s half as good as Harriet? You’re my friend, but I must tell you, you’re making a big mistake.” Eric shook his head. He was Damien’s childhood friend, so he had been there since Harriett’s parents moved into the area and became friends with Damien’s parents. He knew Harriett had loved him for a long time, even though Damien never loved her. He was also hurt when Damien brought in Evelyn James and introduced her as his girlfriend. He didn’t believe Damien would do that to Harriett when he knew how much she loved him.

He had concluded that ”Damien was a fool to think that Harriett would ever cheat on him.

“I don’t get you, man. Any man would choose Harriett over Evelyn. Harriett is an angel God sent while Evelyn is…” Eric trailed off and rested his head on the headrest.

“If you love Harriett that much, go after her!” Damien yelled and slammed his hand on the table, which caused Eric to sit up.

“Are you sure? As long as Harriett is okay with being my wife, I honestly don’t mind. It would be a blessing for me to get married to her.” Eric said with a smirk, and Damien stood up abruptly, throwing a deadly glare at Eric’s way.

“You, stay away from my wife!”

Damien left his friend fuming. He should have known that Eric would take Harriett’s side. Everyone thought she was a fucking angel.

As he left the bar, he felt an ache as he thought about what Eric said. Damien knew he didn’t hate Harriet but didn’t love her either.

An affair wasn’t something he could forgive even though he was in one himself. At least he wasn’t cheating on her with a family member.

The last thing he wanted to do was go back to his house and see her face. He wasn’t sure he could stand her after knowing what she did.

A divorce was the right thing to do, and he would do that.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the house, and the mood was down. It was quiet, and I felt lonely.

“Harriet?” He called out repeatedly but got no reply.

He was unfamiliar with the emptiness and silence in the house without her.

Confused with the weird atmosphere, he took out his phone and called Harriet, but it was immediately directed to voicemail.

When he wanted to call her again, he noticed the divorce paper quietly on the table.

It was already signed.