The Clairvoyant

3

My wife, Megan was waiting in my office when I returned, a surprise visit that sent a chill down my spine despite my smiling greeting.

Her glance flicked towards Zoe before I suggested, a bit too loudly, that Zoe's treatment needed intensification due to her persistent delusions. Zoe left nonchalantly, and the moment the door clicked shut, Megan was in my arms, whispering how much she'd missed me.

I was relieved; it seemed Zoe hadn't shared her visions with Megan. Extracting myself, I feigned concern over Megan's sudden appearance.

She hesitated, then shared that an old friend was stranded in town due to flight delays and she planned to spend the evening catching up, missing our dinner plans.

I graciously offered her a night off, handing her hotel vouchers for a luxury stay, insisting she enjoy the unexpected reunion. After dropping Megan and her friend at the hotel, I instructed the housekeeper not to wait up for me.

My drive led me to a secluded lakeside community, a place I once found bizarre for residential living, now a sanctuary. Inside the brightly lit home, Diana Moon awaited, her figure accentuated by a V-neck loungewear, the tattoo on her collarbone partially visible.

Post our passionate encounter, as I lounged with a cigarette, Diana snuggled close, her eyes, pools of autumnal serenity, looked up at me. But as my gaze drifted to her tattooed collarbone, Zoe's dark eyes haunted my thoughts.

"Diana," she started, her voice a blend of weariness and longing, "I... I want a home. Can't you leave her?"

Her words were cut short by my irritation. "If something bothers you, go shopping. Fill your closet, but spare me these pointless questions."

Her sigh was the only response from behind me. I had made it clear from the start; I could give Diana Moon everything but a divorce.