Musa did as he was told.
Jessica watched through the rear window and saw Jason’s car disappear into the building’s underground parking lot. The two of them sat silently in the taxi cab and watched the office block solemnly.
After some time, Musa asked: “Why do you suspect your husband of an affair, madam?”
“Well, it’s not just the excuse of working late,” Jessica replied.
“And the look in his eyes when he lies to me.
My best friend saw him during lunchtime a week ago in his favorite cafe, not far from here. He was there with a much younger woman, having coffee.”
“Perhaps a coworker?” Musa suggested.
“Yes, perhaps,” Jessica replied. “Looks like he was telling the truth about coming to the office now.
But still, something doesn’t feel right.
Let’s wait a while longer.”
“No problem,” Musa said.
Half an hour later, after no action, Jessica was about to call it a night, satisfied that her husband had told the truth—when suddenly the black Audi came barreling out of the underground parking exit.
Sitting alongside Jason in the passenger seat was an attractive young, blonde woman elegantly dressed in a black coat. Jessica sank her head into her hands in despair.
Her friend had been right. Jessica’s suspicions were confirmed.
Maybe tears will come later, Jessica thought.
All she could feel right then was anger.
“Follow them, please,” she asked Musa. He had seen Jason’s car and was already accelerating in pursuit.
Jason was driving fast. Does he know we’re following him?
Jessica thought.
Yellow cabs are everywhere in this city. This was why she’d decided on this method of surveilling him—of course, she couldn’t follow him in her car.
He’d know right away it was her, and besides, she wasn’t a good driver.
But Musa was. He kept the cab hot on the Audi’s heels away from the office block.
They were heading for the park, a short drive away.
Jason pulled his car into a space adjacent to the park, and Musa followed suit a few spots back.
Jessica and Musa watched Jason and the young woman exit the car. They were talking earnestly. The young woman stepped close to Jason, and he held out an arm.
She linked her arm through his, and the two walked arm-in-arm, heads bowed close together, along a path, entered the park, and disappeared among trees lit by electric light.
“I’ve seen enough,” Jessica said sadly.
“Please take me home, Musa.”
“Yes, madam,” Musa said sympathetically.
“I’m sorry this trouble has befallen you.”
Jessica nodded and closed her eyes as the tears sprang unbidden. She reached into her handbag for a tissue and cried quietly as Musa steered her home.
He glanced in the rearview mirror when they were nearly at Jessica’s home.
“Are you okay, madam?” he asked.
Jessica shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said.
“I don’t think so.”
The taxi driver sighed.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know this must be difficult for you.”
Jessica nodded. “It is,” she said.
“But I’m glad I found out the truth.”
Musa pulled the cab up to Jessica’s house.
Jessica exited the taxi, paid the tab on the meter, and handed over the extra cash as promised.
“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome,” he said.
“I hope you feel better soon.”
Jessica walked up to the front door and turned the key. She went inside and closed the door behind her.
Jessica stood in the foyer, staring at the blank wall.
She felt lost and alone.
She didn’t know what to do next.
But she knew one thing for sure. She had to confront Jason. She had to find out why he had betrayed her like this.
Jessica took a deep breath and walked upstairs to the bedroom.
She lay awake with many questions and worries coursing through her mind: Maybe the young woman was simply a coworker—Jason had picked her up at his office.
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