He realized that she had made a fool of him when he opened the drawer and found his wallet empty of not only cash but credit cards. His wedding ring was also gone.
These business trips were always a means for him to ‘relax’ and enjoy some female company. It didn’t always lead to dalliances in his hotel room, but they rarely said no.
If only he thought with his head instead of what was in his pants, he wouldn’t be in this mess. Even worse, how was he going to explain it to the wife?
No point in reporting it to the manager. That would involve the police. No, he decided. He rang the bank and arranged for his cards to be cancelled and he could collect replacements from his local branch in a couple of days. They also promised he could collect some emergency cash on production of some ID so that he could at least get home.
During the drive, he thought about a plausible story of being mugged, but as he had no visible injury, knew that wouldn’t wash with Stella so he settled on being the victim of a pickpocket. The wedding ring was another matter, so that had conveniently slipped off whilst having a shower and been washed away down the drain.
Feeling smug and satisfied with his story, he let himself in and Stella was where he expected her to be, in front of the TV.
‘Hi Honey,’ he said.
‘How was your day?’
He went into the kitchen to make himself some coffee and heard Stella come in behind him.
‘I went shopping today,’ she said. ‘There was a bit of confusion at the till when I came to pay.’
‘Oh. I meant to call you about that. Some asshole nicked my wallet and I had to cancel the cards. We can get new ones tomorrow.’
‘You’d better read this…………..’ and handed him a white envelope as she left the room.
Inside was a letter from a divorce lawyer, photographs of him with a variety of women including the woman from 2 nights ago, his wallet, credit cards and his wedding ring.
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter 7th December.