“So, you're saying you...weren't...having an affair with Barnard?” “…I wasn’t.” "...and your twin sister, whom you don't know, was?" "Yes...I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. I can give you here information and everything. You can even check with the hotel. We made such a scene, I know someone saw us." "...I'll verify your story." I could tell she didn't believe a word I was saying. "But...in the meantime, maybe you can help me clear up something else." I shifted in my seat and narrowed my eyes. I'd been here long enough and wasn't in the mood to play games. "Look, whatever you need to know just ask. I have nothing to hide. I told you that." “Have you ever had an affair with Carmen?” “WHAT?" I sat up in my chair, "Why would you ask me that?” "Because I need to know" “You’re avoiding the question, have you…or have you not had an affair with Carmen?” “No.” “No, you’re not having an affair right now…or no you’ve never had an affair?” “We’ve never had an affair.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure," I responded, indignant. "I think I know who I’ve been with.” I stared her in the eye, attempting to sell my truth. She wasn't buying. “Well, see…that’s where things get sticky. Maybe your memory has failed you?” She opened the folder on the table, pulled out several papers, and shoved them in my face.
I strayed often, but I always went back. Except, this time when I returned to reclaim my love she laughed - hysterically! and responded with disgust, "Stop expecting good women to pick up the pieces of your broken heart." ... ...and I never had the pleasure of loving her again. Love. -Trista Daniell @EnTheosTR (T) @Trista.Daniell (IG) … Continue reading A Love Story x11