Discovering Truths B. Benfield (ereader ebook .TXT) 📖

He was doing his thing and I was doing mine. He might’ve been going out of town for work, but I was sure working wasn’t the only thing he was going to be doing. Ha, he may not even be working at all.

After dinner, he went upstairs to our room and I followed, attempting some sort of normalcy.

“I’m beat. I think I’m going to knock out early,” he said, climbing into bed.

“I think I’ll join you…maybe mess around on my laptop till I get sleepy.” I grabbed it and walked over to the bed, climbing in beside him. He leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“Night.” He said.

“Night.”

He rolled over on his side and I rolled my eyes. He was so full of crap it was unreal.

I browsed around aimlessly, checking in on all the blogs I followed. I wanted to start my own, only I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d write about. I felt like I needed a hobby or an interesting topic that someone would want to read. My life was far from interesting.

Marcus snored loudly beside me and I found myself rolling my eyes again. Every little thing he did was starting to annoy me. I popped in my headphones to drown out the noise and pulled up my e-mail for one last check before I went to sleep. A letter was waiting.

Abby,

 

Hope your Friday was good. Mine wasn’t so bad. Busy…but not overly slammed. I just got home from taking my son to a friend’s birthday party. Geez…kid’s birthdays are the worst lol.

What are your plans for the weekend? I’m not doing much besides getting some things done around the house. I’m sure you’ll be on my mind most of the weekend. You seem to be stuck in my brain a lot here lately.

Which brings me to the next point. I’m so glad you agreed to meet me and I understand all of your concerns, trust me. I don’t think we will have any issues, and if anything, I’m the one worried about you not liking me. It definitely won’t be the other way around. I’m a bit nervous too, not going to lie, but we’ll be fine. Don’t overthink it. I know, easier said than done. This is exciting. We seem to have a connection and I can’t wait to see the chemistry in-person. I usually don’t rush the weekends, but I’m rushing this one for sure. I can’t wait to see you in the flesh.

I hope you have a good night. I know I’m definitely going to be sleeping better. I can’t wait to see you, but of course we’ll talk this weekend too.

 

Gage

Chapter Six

Gage,

 

Hope your weekend chores are going smoothly. I haven’t done much…some grocery shopping…closet cleaning. Such an exciting life I lead. Friday evening Marcus said he’s leaving Monday for a “work trip.” I don’t know how much of it is really work, if any, but nonetheless, off he goes. It’s like another hit right in the gut, ya know? But then I think about what I’m doing…what we have going…and I’m not much better. I don’t mean to bring the vibe down because trust me, I’m into you. It’s just thinking of the reality of the situation…and how horrible he is…it makes me question a lot of things in my life.

Anyway. Subject change! You sent me another photo so I thought I’d return. This one is of me at a Christmas party.

We got away from the random questions, so I thought I’d ask a few. Are you a morning person, or night? What’s your biggest pet peeve? What’s your favorite genre of books or movies?

So, for me, I’m totally a morning person. I usually wake up early naturally and I do Yoga almost every single day. My biggest pet peeve is when people smack their mouths when chewing. Ugh! And my favorite genre of books and movies is…well, romance of course. I love a good fairytale ending. What can I say? I’m girly. LOL.

Hope you’re having a good weekend. I’ll be looking forward to your next e-mail. Is it too much to say that they definitely brighten my day? I smile every time I open one.

 

Abby

My weekend was uneventful and lonesome like most of them usually were. I remember when Marcus and I were first married and how we used to have so much fun. He’d always been a workaholic, but the weekends were our time to relax and focus on us. We’d take day trips to the beach, go sight-seeing, shopping, we’d try new restaurants, and sometimes we’d even take a long weekend and visit another state. We’d get a nice hotel room and spend the whole weekend in it together. We didn’t care what we were doing as long as we were with each other. We hadn’t done that in the last several years, which made me wonder exactly when and why things fell apart. I couldn’t think of any event in particular that would have caused him to stray. How could you just fall out of love with someone? He wasn’t in love with me anymore. If he was, how could things have gotten to this point? I hated that I spent so much time wracking my brain over it, but the feelings of betrayal ate away at my soul.

I found myself longing for another message from Gage, and getting impatient that they took so long to arrive. I knew he had a child and probably more of a life than me, and I began to worry that I was getting too attached already.

Marcus had just walked in the door and I busied myself in the kitchen, trying to get my mind off my secret interest.

“Were you able to get my pants ironed?” He asked. Hello to you too.

I wanted to