My Husband's Affair.

I saw how the sun sank already on the horizon from the front window of our home. In our fancy living room I sat on the couch with my feet dangling over the armrest, a glass of wine in my hand and a book propped up against my legs to keep me company. I loved the view from this spot because it was such a lovely one that took my mind off all the shit that had been going down lately.

I felt the weight of my feelings more when my gaze landed on Lucas. His eyes were fixed on the laptop in front of him. His fingers were flying across the keys with a speed with his brows furrowed in concentration. His hair was tousled messily from where he'd run his hand through it repeatedly, until I thought of speaking.

"Lucas," I almost whispered his name.

"I have an idea... Can we go out of town next weekend? You know, get some time away,"

"So that we can bond again. Just to at least get some fresh air? Away from stressful work." I saw how his hands stopped typing on the laptop, still he didn't look at me.

"I can't Dianna, can't you see how busy I am? I don't have time to rest or to go at any lengths to escape work, so there's really no reason for us to go anywhere,"

"If you really want, you can go alone to the place you want." My heart ached because this time I failed to get even a moment of his time so that I could at least be with him where we were not only thinking about work problems. Even so, as I always do, I just hid it with a simple smile.

"It's the same excuse you've told me the last time I asked you to spend time with me. Lucas, we also need time for each other, maybe life shouldn't revolve around our jobs let's," I said calmly. His eyes narrowed, the right hand that had been tapping on the laptop was now resting on the papers at his side.

"Can't you see this paper works, Dianna? I can't waste any time. Be mature enough. We are married, we are not teenagers anymore!" The last sentence yelled in frustration as he threw the papers back on his desk.

"A-Alright! Chill, honey... I won't force you if you're really busy. All I want is for you not to tire yourself too much by working." I put down the book I was holding and then stood up to walk towards him.

"I'm sorry, okay?" I started to massage his shoulder, but it wasn't working very well. He kept shrugging me off as if I was some kind of parasite.

The pain in my chest increased with the pressure on my lungs as a wave of anxiety washed over me like an ocean.

"I'm fine, Dianna. I just hope that you understand how much I love my work. I'm just going to rest for a while." He stood up from his seat, after closing his laptop. And I was left there watching him climb the stairs until he entered his room and closed the door.

Lucas and I have been married for three years, we've had a happy marriage, but I've noticed that for the past few weeks something seems to be different about him.

He used to be a loving and caring man who always makes me smile. He is that man who can hardly take his eyes off of me, that's why my mother-in-law always tempted him not to come home to them, and that temptation was also one of the reasons for speeding up our marriage.

That's the Lucas I've known and loved since we were in high school. But in the past few weeks he seems to be quickly becoming irritable with me, I feel that he is moving away. That's why even if I want to be happy in our life, I can't do it because I'm confused.

I don't understand some changes in his behavior. When dinner came, I immediately went up to the second floor of our house to tell him that we were about to eat. He immediately opened the door for me.

"Honey, dinner is ready. Let's eat together."

"I'll just get dressed, I'll just follow." I smiled, after he closed his bedroom door again, and waited for him in my kitchen.

We had a quiet meal, every minute I couldn't help but look up at him, until I couldn't stop asking.

"Lucas, do we have a problem? I mean, it's been a while since I noticed something about you."

"You seemed distant, honey. It's like you are getting colder to me as the days go by." He sipped on the tea that I had brewed for him, his eyes never leaving mine now, but it's different from before.

They used to be so warm and full of life but now they're so dull. So empty, just like the room itself that was once filled with the love and happiness he once shared with me.

"It's just because of my work, Dianna. There's some projects I'm working on right now and the deadline is approaching quickly so I need to get them done." He gently caressed the surface of my hand, and after smiling sparingly at me he went back to eating.

I understand how much he loves his work. He's indeed a hardworking man, one of the things that I admire about him. I respect it, I really do. And I appreciate that he makes these efforts for our future.

"I understand you, honey. The job we have is just as important to us, but..."

"I-I just miss the old days, the old us." I noticed that he took a deep breath before looking up at me again.

"I also miss those moments, Dianna. I've just been really busy these past few weeks."

"Besides, I'm doing everything I can to speed up my work, so I can pay attention to you." I nodded, somehow it was as if I felt the Lucas that I loved before, even for the moment we just talked for a while.

Although he has a reason why he is lacking time for me, I still can't help but wonder if the job is really the reason for all of this.

I want to know the truth behind his grumpiness, why he seems so distant. I just feel that there's something mysterious about his mood swings recently. I don't want to make him upset by asking questions out loud. That's why it might be better if I just quietly find out everything by myself.

I hurriedly grabbed my things and then I followed Lucas just as he had just entered his car.

"Honey, wait!" I caught my breath when I stopped. I was about to speak again when he got ahead of me.

"By the way, Dianna..."

"I can't drive you through your work because I have something important to go to." My shoulder fell down as I sighed for the second time in a few minutes.

"H-Huh? You can pass me by like you used to do or even do that first, after all I'm not in a hurry." He picked up his key and momentarily removed his arms that were resting on the steering wheel of the car.

"Dianna, you have your own car. You're just putting me into hassle. It's not bad to drive yourself sometimes," he said when he opened her mouth as if to protest again. My gaze dropped, my feet pulled back from his car. I pretended not to be hurt.

"Ah, you're right! That's actually a good idea. It's been a long time since I went with you because you prefer to pick me up."

"Alright, be careful. Chat me later when you arrive at your work." I smiled at him, I was about to put my feet up to touch him with a kiss, but he closed the window of his car and drove away without even saying a final goodbye to me. I was deep in thought when Chelsea, my friend and co-worker, greeted me.

"Oh, your husband didn't drive you again?" I nodded to him.

"Because he still needs to go through something, maybe one of his clients." We walked towards my office.

"No, Dianna! Your husband makes excuses like that! Maybe that's not a client." I put my bag down on the table and then passed my face in front of the mirror for a moment and then I looked at Chelsea again.

"What do you mean, Chelsea?" He sat on one of the sofas here.

"Don't make yourself a fool, Dianna! Don't you notice anything strange? I mean, we're women, Dianna. You're the one who told me that in the past few weeks Lucas has been cold towards you."

"What if-" I cut her off, I don't want to think that my husband is having an affair. I try to put it out of my mind, because as a wife I have a responsibility to understand him.

Although its been weeks since he turned to be so distant with me. I am aware about what kind of work he has. He's the CEO of an influential company, so it makes sense for him to be in charge of the many works and projects. His work is important enough. I can't imagine a woman being involved with him.

"I don't want to overthink, Chelsea. I also have a job, so I understand Lucas. He's just really busy."

"If you really love someone Dianna you will find time for him." I stared at the mirror beside me.

"By the way, you have some documents that need to be signed, I'll leave them here for now because I still need to finish something." I nodded to him and then sat down. Before he finally left my office, he looked at me again.

"Dianna, don't trust too much. Not because a man marries you, you will have the assurance that you will be the one until the end." I thought for a moment, but in the end I turned the swivel chair.

"Time is running, Chelsea. Start doing your work," I promised and just then I heard the door close. My breathing became deep.

I started at the view through the window, a panorama of buildings and trees, the sky above blue like a canvas of paint. Using my right hand I grabbed a bottle of water from the coffee table next to me. I took a small sip, then put the cap back onto the bottle with force.

I closed my eyes and remembered the past, when we were still in high school, the same way our paths crossed and eventually we fell in love with each other.

I was an ambitious sophomore student at that time, I had big dreams and a lot of determination to succeed. My heart beat faster as I thought about how Lucas and I first met.

It's actually funny to think, how it turned out to be a fairytale beginning. I was just rushing through my class that time with so many paperworks on my hands, until I saw him sitting on the bleachers with his best friend Anton, he laughed, and my world suddenly stopped, I mean literally, because I got stocked on how cute the guy he is, especially when our eyes met and he smiled at me, causing me to forget how late I am on my first class.

It wasn't until our worlds got closer that in my next year in high school we became classmates, he confessed to me and started dating me.

I could say that our courtship days were one of the most unforgettable moments in my life. I think I am the luckiest girl in the world every time I remember, how he took care of me and loved me.

With my new breath, I opened my eyes and a deep sadness filled my chest.

I'm longing for what we used to be as a couple, maybe because I really feel how other things between us are starting to change. I missed our late-night talks, the way he gave me his sweet kisses. It's just a good feeling to look back on the times where we dreamed together for our future.

I think I will never get tired of repeating in my mind all the promises we made to each other, that no one can stop our love, that no matter what kind of problems we go through, our strong bond will not be broken.

Even so, despite the joy I also have an undisguised fear in my feelings. Afraid that I can't determine if it's right to feel.

The sun dances on the curtain on our kitchen's window, and its golden rays shine in the room as if it were an open day. The scent of fresh flowers fills the entire house, the air is fragrant with their sweet fragrance, the birds chirp happily outside of our windows.

I put the apron on my body as I move around the kitchen. I'm humming while I prepare breakfast. It's something that I do for him most of the time. I took a moment to look at the clock hanging above the refrigerator, and I smiled because it was still early, I was sure that it would be Lucas sooner or later.

I admit that Lucas often stays up late or overtime in his work, I hardly ever see him take his eyes off his laptop. We often don't even talk because he falls asleep right away, that's why I wake up even earlier so I can prepare breakfast for him.

I can't help but be singing while cooking, I'm sure he'll be happy again when the fragrant smell of what I'm cooking for him comes out later.

I get a mug to prepare a cup of coffee for him. The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeates through the air. After that, I pick a music from my phone and start preparing some dishes. The first dish I cook is the pancakes. They're his favorite. He always asks me about them before he even sits down at the table. So, I make him more of this. After that, I started making the rest of the dishes. I make scrambled eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, and bread.

I'm happy with what I'm doing as long as I know it's for Lucas. Although I know that this is also one of my responsibilities as his wife, when it comes to other things I will never hesitate to help and make him happy.

I will only put the last thing I cooked on the table when my eyes catch Lucas.

His hair was disheveled and his eyes looked tired. I couldn't help but worry for him, because it was obvious how the job was affecting him.

"Good morning, honey!" I approached him and quickly gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"Morning..." He took a sip of the coffee I prepared for him, and just smiled at me, it didn't even reach his eyes.

I'm still waiting, for him to touch me with a kiss on my cheek, or for him to feed me a pancake before he eats it like he used to do before, but nothing happened like what I had in mind. I took a sip, just getting rid of the negativity that was playing in my mind.

"Sit down now."

"Wait, I'm just going to get some tissues."

"Thanks for doing this, Dianna. I'm tired and I really need to taste your dishes." I smiled back at him, in an instant the sadness I was feeling disappeared again.

"You are welcome, Lucas. You know I'm always here for you. Besides, I'll support you in everything you want, as long as you're happy." I sat down again and we ate together.

"How sweet of you, Dianna. You are my hope, you know that. I am very grateful to you because you were also the reason why the company that I was inherited from my father did not sink completely."

"Maybe if you didn't help me financially, I would have been picked up somewhere else. I'm sure the media would also make fun of me."

"Honey, don't say that. I won't leave you hanging on that kind of situation. The fact that I'm helping you, really comes from the bottom of my heart," I replied to him.

My only wish is that their company will not have serious problems again. Even so, I don't regret how much money I invested to save his family's company. I just can't stand him being problematic either. I'm sure that's also for our dreams.

"Just always remember this, Lucas..."

"I love you. I love you so much, almost more than my life. Until now I will stay with you in every dream you have."

"I love you too, Dianna." He smiled at me as I took another sip of my coffee. For a few moments, we both felt the vibration of his cell phone that was resting on the table near the side of his right elbow. I hadn't even looked at it when he immediately stood up and took it.

"Hm, just work related. I'll just answer," he said, as he excused himself. I nodded and followed him with my eyes. The demands of his work were really beginning to get to him as a human being.

I was sad watching him. I also couldn't avoid feeling annoyed for myself, especially for what I thought about him in the past few days. I kept wondering if he would forgive me if I said everything that was on my mind?

What if I didn't just help their company rise again? Will Lucas have enough days for me?

It's just really hard not to think about it. There's a part of me that keeps on longing for how simple our life was when we were in our teenage years. When we are just a low-key couple who go out together and then get back home to spend quality time with each other, doing nothing at all except watching TV, eating popcorn and making fun of the terrible actors on their show, laughing at every cheesy thing they say, cuddling.

I took a harsh sigh, maybe growing up or getting married can really change one's life. It's like, you can't just be happy and be in love and still live happily.

"Dianna, I need to go."

"Huh? But you haven't finished your breakfast yet." I even looked at the things I cooked that were almost half gone.

"Sorry, but there's a sudden meeting. And I have an appointment I must be early to," he answered with his deep voice which could make anyone melt in a second and a half.

Even if I wanted to object, I couldn't do anything because he hurriedly went back to his room to get dressed. My gaze fell on the table.

"That's fine, Dianna. For sure, Lucas' busyness will also pass," I seemed to convince myself.