My Husband Cheated on Me, And His Girlfriend Murdered Me

As I was walking out of the room, I noticed the girl suddenly stop in her tracks and stare at Garet. Her eyes widened in shock. “Garry? You….”

I frowned, wondering what was going on. Why were they both so stunned?

Garet quickly regained his composure and put on his usual neutral expression. “Is everything alright?” I asked, trying to understand the sudden tension.

“No, no. I must’ve mistaken him for someone else. I’m sorry,” she stammered, clearly flustered.

“Alright, let’s get going, Garet. I think we still have time to grab lunch at Olive’s,” I said, stepping between them to break the awkwardness. Garet quickly followed, and we headed out of the hospital around 1 p.m. The lunch plan wasn’t completely ruined yet.

As we drove through the city, the tall buildings reflecting the afternoon sun, I sighed and broke the silence. Garet was focused on the road, not saying much.

“Garet, Mom’s been asking us to visit. When do you think we can go?” I asked, hoping to make some plans.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I’ll check my schedule and let you know,” he replied, still focused on driving.

“Okay. It’s just that we haven’t been in touch with her for a while. How are your parents doing?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

“They’re... fine, I guess. Haven’t talked to them much recently. Mom did call last week, though. She’s still on about wanting a grandbaby,” Garet said, his tone as monotone as ever.

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, and decided not to mention that my mom had been saying the same thing. It might have made things awkward. Garet’s parents had always been kind to me. Sometimes, I even thought that part of the reason Garet agreed to marry me was because his parents had never approved of his relationships with anyone else.

To shift the mood, I decided to play some music from my playlist and clicked on one of my favorite oldies. Ricky Nelson’s “I Will Follow You” started playing, its upbeat intro filling the car. We both had a soft spot for these classic tunes, so it wasn’t unusual for us to bond over them.

I will follow you

Follow you wherever you may go

There isn't an ocean too deep

A mountain so high it can keep me away

I must follow you

Ever since you touched my hand I know

That near you, I always must be

And nothing can keep you from me

You are my destiny

We’d spent many drives and meals enjoying songs like this, whether we were aimlessly cruising around the city or just grabbing a bite to eat.

As the familiar melody filled the car, I was instantly transported back to those carefree college days when our biggest concern was which diner to visit next. I hummed along to the song, and Garet glanced over at me with a smile. It seemed he was feeling the nostalgia too.

“Garet, you know I will follow you around,” I said playfully, not entirely sure why I said it but feeling it was fitting in the moment.

“Won’t you be tired?” he asked with a teasing tone.

I nudged his arm lightly and replied, “Never.”

After a couple more songs, we pulled up to Olive’s, our favorite restaurant. I ordered my usual: carbonara spaghetti and garlic bread, while Garet went for his go-to chicken with honey sauce. We chatted about everything and nothing as we ate, bouncing from one topic to another.

At some point, Garet asked about my work. We’d both been so busy lately that I hadn’t had a chance to fill him in. I told him about the new intern nurse who had been causing problems at the hospital.

“What’s her name?” Garet asked, looking curious.

“Dunne. Jane or Joanna Dunne, I think. Do you know her?” I asked, recalling the strange interaction we’d had earlier that day.

He paused for a moment before saying, “I’m not sure. She looked a bit like someone I knew back in high school.”

“Who? She seemed younger than us. How would you know her?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“It’s just a vague memory. Could be wrong,” Garet replied with a shrug. I studied his face and saw that he seemed sincere, so I decided not to press further. We hadn’t had a chance to relax and enjoy each other’s company like this in ages, and I didn’t want to spoil it.

After our meal, we decided to stop by a nearby supermarket to pick up some health supplements and multivitamins for my mom. She was getting older, and I wanted to make sure she had everything she needed to stay healthy.

With plenty of daylight left, I thought it’d be nice to continue our outing. I suggested we grab some cookies or coffee at our favorite café. On the way there, I called up my best friend, Roxanne. We all went to the same college, though we studied different subjects. Despite that, we had become quite close.

Roxanne was thrilled at the idea of catching up, especially since it had been months since we last saw each other. So there we were, sitting by the café’s window, enjoying our coffee and chatting like old times. Roxanne had a knack for bringing humor to any situation, and today was no different. She joked about how Garet looked a bit worn out from dealing with criminals all the time. She also supported my mom’s advice about taking a break and spending a few days in the village.

“Maybe you two can finally get around to doing some ‘teamwork’,” Roxanne teased, clapping her hands in a playful gesture and winked. Her bold and loud personality always added a unique flair to our trio. Garet’s serious demeanor and my tendency to mirror people were perfectly balanced by Roxanne’s vibrant energy. It was good to be reminded of the simple joys of friendship and laughter.

Not long after, a man in his early thirties strolled over to our table. He had a thin frame and a bit of an awkward demeanor, with curly hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. But when he started talking, his warm, engaging personality was like a breath of fresh air. This was Leon Perez, the manager of the café. He was someone we’d gotten to know over the years because we were regulars here. We were more like friends than just customers.

“Hey! Where have you all been? I thought you’d moved abroad without a word,” Leon greeted us with a grin.

“Sorry, Leon. Work’s been crazy busy,” I said. “What about you? You never drop by Livy’s hospital or Garet’s office, and don’t even get me started on my radio station,” Roxanne shot back with a playful tone.

Leon’s grandparents had come to this country as immigrants and had a tough start, but they persevered. D’Perez, the café, was a testament to their hard work. Over the decades, it grew from a small shop into a successful chain with branches all over the state. Leon was now managing the one in Kingsleigh, the city where we lived.

When we first started coming here, it was a quiet little spot with great service and an even better menu. The business took off, the place expanded, but it still retained that cozy, welcoming atmosphere that made us feel at home.

Leon and Garet chatted about everything from the latest news to upcoming elections and DIY projects. Meanwhile, Roxanne and I caught up on each other’s lives, swapping stories and laughing about old times.

I felt a genuine sense of happiness as I sat there, enjoying the perfect day and the company of friends over coffee. Life felt so good, and everything seemed to click into place after catching up with people we cared about.

Garet and Leon stepped outside for a smoke break, and Roxanne turned to me with a mischievous smile. “So, how’s things between you and him?” she asked, clearly curious.

“Me and Garet? I think we’re okay, at least today,” I said. “We’ve been so caught up in work that we kind of lost our spark over the past few months, but today felt like a nice change.”

I went on to describe our “little date” and how the day almost took a nosedive because of the incident at the hospital.

“Wait, hold on,” Roxanne interrupted, suddenly looking intrigued. “What’s the intern’s name again?”

“Why does everyone care so much about her name? Is she someone famous?” I asked, puzzled.

“It just sounds really familiar. Dunne? Jane Dunne? Oh my God,” Roxanne said, her expression shifting to one of disbelief.

“What’s wrong? Do you know her?” I asked, leaning in.

“Of course I do. Do you have her photo?” Roxanne’s tone was urgent.

I hesitated for a moment before pulling out my phone and showing her a group photo from a colleague’s birthday party we’d taken just two weeks ago.

Roxanne’s eyes widened as she looked at the picture. “Yes, that’s her.”

“You know her?” I asked again, my curiosity mounting.

“Actually, we both do,” Roxanne said slowly.

“Wait, what do you mean?” I was getting more confused.

“You remember Garet’s ex? She was a freshman when they dated in high school, 3 years younger,” Roxanne said carefully.

I stared at her, trying to piece things together. “What? You mean, that Jane…?”

Before I could finish my thought, it all clicked into place. The Jane from Garet’s past was the same Jane who was now the intern at the hospital.

I turned to look at Garet, who was chatting with Leon outside, and a wave of unease washed over me. I might have been overreacting, but the sudden realization felt like a sharp jab in my gut. Something about it just didn’t sit right, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this than met the eye.