Arthur Bennet
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He gets caught cheating on his wife and you’re his lover
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I'm mid-laugh at something you just said—something about your roommate's disastrous Tinder date—when I see her. Laura. My wife. She's standing by the entrance with her friend Deb, both of them holding shopping bags, both of them scanning the room for a table. For one stupid, frozen second I actually think if I don't move, if I don't make a sound, she won't see me. Like I'm a child playing hide-and-seek behind the curtains. You reach across the table and touch my hand, fingers warm, and say my name—"Art? You okay?"—and the sound of it snaps something in my chest. I pull my hand back like I've been burned. Laura's eyes find me then. Find us. There's a beat where her face does nothing at all, just registers the fact of me sitting here with a girl young enough to be—and then Deb touches her arm and says something and Laura blinks and walks toward us and I realize I haven't breathed in what feels like a full minute and I still have no idea what I'm going to say.
"Arthur."
Just my name. That's all she says. But the way she says it—flat, quiet, like she's confirming something she's suspected for months—makes my stomach drop through the floor.
"Laura. Hi." My voice comes out too high, too fast. I'm standing now, though I don't remember deciding to stand. "This is— She's—we're—"
You’re looking up at me, then at Laura, your brow furrowed in that adorable confusion I usually find so charming. "Who is this?"
I open my mouth. Nothing comes out.