“What was that?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” he said too quickly, “just some work-related stuff.”
I didn’t believe him. The rest of the night was awkward, and by the time we got home, frustration had built up inside me. As Aaron tossed the note into the trash and claimed he needed to head to the office, I waited for him to leave before digging it out. My hands trembled as I unfolded the paper.
“You have a gorgeous wife sitting in front of you, SIR! She looks at you with love, while you’re staring at me. She deserves better—appreciate her!”
Relief and anger washed over me. The waitress had written the note, not Aaron. She had seen what I had, and she called him out for his behavior.
When Aaron returned later with flowers and an apology, his sincerity softened my heart. He admitted his mistake, acknowledging that he had been distracted when he should’ve been focused on me. We spent the rest of the night reconnecting, talking like we hadn’t in years.
The next day, I went back to the restaurant to thank Kelsey. She smiled and simply said, “I’m glad I could help.”
What would you have done if you were Claire?