Page 68 of Margot
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SUTTON
I sat at the piano staring out of the window at the snow-covered streets below. I wanted Lennox to come back home. It worried me when he was out there in that mess. It was bad enough he insisted we see Dr. Adler today.
Maybe it was for the best though. I felt him slipping away and maybe he’d be transparent enough to talk about Margot. I’d really feel like we were making some headway if he did that.
Like he knew I was thinking about him, he walked through the front door. A smile pulled my lips upward and I stood from the piano feeling sore.
“Hey, how was everything at work?” I asked.
“It was okay. I’m gonna change clothes and go grab something from the store. Can I meet you at Dr. Adler’s?”
Just like that, my face fell into a frown. I put my hand on my hip and shook my head. “Lennox, you know I hate driving in the snow.”
“I know. The roads are okay though.” He headed into our room and began taking off his shirt. He tossed it on the bed then walked into the closet like he was in some kind of hurry.
Anxiety set up a home in my chest making it hard to breathe. I stood silently while Lennox got dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater. “I’ll see you in an hour, okay?” He kissed my forehead and headed to the front door.
“Why are you in such a rush?” I asked, my voice turning harsh.
“I’m not in a rush, Sutton. If it makes you nervous to drive in the snow, I’ll swing back past here and pick you up. I just didn’t see a reason to waste the gas if we didn’t have to.” He shrugged his coat on and I chewed on my bottom lip.
“You promise you’re not seeing her again, right?” I asked, my voice wobbling a bit.
“Jesus, Sutton. Listen to me…I made you a promise. You’re the only one I’m seeing right now.”
“Right now?” I snapped, my eyes narrowing. “What kind of answer is that, Lennox? Is that supposed to make me feel secure?”
“I really don’t want to argue right now. I swear to god I’m not going to see Margot, okay?”
I didn’t believe him though. I didn’t know what to believe. Ididknow that my head was pounding and so was my heart.
“Whatever, Lennox. Don’t come back to drive me to the appointment. I’ll drive myself and I’ll have a lot to talk to the doctor about.”
Lennox pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded. “Yeah, I bet. Make sure you tell the truth.”
“Goodbye, Lennox. Tell Margot I said hi.” I rolled my eyes and fought the urge to hurl something at his head. Usually, anger didn’t engulf me that way but I felt it right then. I asked him not to see her but he insisted. What the hell did she have that I didn’t?
Lennox slammed the door behind himself and I went to the bedroom to look for…something. Anything really. I barely reached the top shelf of the closet to pull down the suitcases and I shouldn’t have been trying with my finger being in a splint but I felt compelled. I pushed a little step stool over and stood on it, feeling around until my hand connected with the suitcases.
I yanked them down with one hand and they slid down, crashing into my shoulder. It hurt so bad but I had to look inside Lennox’s suitcases. I sat on the floor and opened them both. They looked like normal empty suitcases but when I fished around in the interior pockets, I found several folded pieces of paper.
My throat grew thick as I snatched the papers out. I unfolded them and read note after note from Margot. There were at least five notes written on stationery from the resort we stayed at. Each one told Lennox how much she enjoyed talking to him. How much she enjoyed hanging out with him. How much she enjoyedfuckinghim.
I wanted to throw up.
I stared at each note imagining my husband between some other woman’s legs, making her moan, making her call his name, getting all the things he didn’t get from me. Heat nearly suffocated me. I was too hot. I had to get out of the closet.
I scrambled backward and let out a broken sob.
It was one thing knowing that Lennox had an affair but seeing the proof written out in notes from this woman was devastating. I started to rip the notes to shreds but instead, I threw them on the bed, they covered Lennox’s shirt and made me hone in on a pink lipstick stain on the collar.
That’s why he said he wasn’t going to see Margot.
He’d already seen her.
Everything inside of me buzzed. It felt like I’d been hit in the head. I was disoriented. I was furious and I didn’t know what to do. I was so stupid to believe that he’d leave her alone. She was giving him the very thing I wasn’t.
