The receipt was old, faded and had worn out at the edges and should have caused no concern whatsoever, but it changed a marriage before it dawned.
Clara discovered the wallet, but the wallet did not hold any secrets.
She was in need of cash.
NEPA had already taken the light and the fuel for the generator was over but David, her husband, had not sent money before he went to Port Harcourt two days before.
That's where he said he was.
It was quiet in the apartment, other than the light patter of rain on the windows and Clara was sitting beside the bed with her legs, crossed looking through the brown leather purse.
ATM cards.
Driver’s license.
Folded passport photo of their daughter.
Then the receipt.
Crumpled.
Thin.
Lost between two playing cards.
Initially she brushed it aside.
The date was something she found intriguing though.
It was Saturday, 11:48 PM the same Saturday David said he stayed in the house of his cousin after a business meeting because he was late.
Slowly, Clara stretched out the receipt.
Blue Orchid Hotel.
One executive room.
Two meals ordered.
One bottle of wine.
Lekki, Lagos.
Not Port Harcourt.
For some seconds too, her mind was unable to take it in right.
It felt unreal.
As when the film goes quiet before some calamity strikes.
She read the time once more.
Same Saturday.
Same night.
Same lie.
Betrayal is an odd thing, sometimes your body knows long before your mind.
Her chest constricted and she couldn't breathe.
Her hands became numb.
Not due to the hotel.
Yet inside of her, she knew…
The receipt just confirmed the dread she had been haranguing for months.
David had undergone a slow transformation.
His telephone was "taken private.
Work trips increased.
Conversations became shorter.
Love was replaced by affection, which was more mechanical than love.
However, Clara continued to argue in her mind.
“He’s stressed.”
“Marriage has phases.”
“You’re overthinking.”
Until he completely eliminated all excuses.
She just sat there on the floor for nearly an hour gazing at that little piece of paper.. How a small thing can change a person's life!
The next morning, when David came home, he was tired and smelt of high priced perfume and Clara was there at the dining table.
Her undipped cup of tea lay next to the receipt.
David's attention was drawn to it right away.
In that instant, she saw guilt creep in - before he spoke.
The hurt was more than the lie.
Because innocent ones ask questions first.
Evidence is recognized by guilty persons.
“Clara…” he went quietly.
However she cut him short.
She replied quietly, “No.” Don't insult me twice.
Slowly David sat down.
This made the room seem smaller.
Heavy.
As the two already suspected themselves that the marriage between them was broken.
After some time, he grumbled, “It wasn't serious.”
But in some way, that sentence made Clara laugh bitterly.
Not because it would be funny.
But as people would all say after serious things have actually happened.
She carefully examined him.
This man had once stood in front of family and friends and pledged them of honesty, loyalty, forever!
Here he was, having been exposed by thermal paper at a hotel front desk.
Life was strange.
What hurts the most,” Clara whispered, “is not even that you cheated.”
David raised his eyes to look at her.
“Because, after all, you came home and nothing was amiss. You ate my food, you held me, you looked me in the face and you slept comfortably.”
Silence.
The type that choke.
David tried explaining.
Said he was disorientated.
Said that it only happened once.
Said that he loved her still.
Clara had already entered into that territory of the heart where explanations become irrelevant.
Sometimes betrayal isn't just a betrayal.. it's only that you find someone you trusted turned into someone you don't know.
That night, David slept in the guest room, they both didn't cry.
To much drama for too old a pain.
At approximately 2 AM Clara made her way quietly into the kitchen for water, The receipt was still lying on the dining table.
Small.
Wrinkled.
Ordinary.
But strong enough to reveal what many months of discussion failed to.
Proof.
The disturbing thing about receipts were that they would turn to your worst nightmare.
They recall what people don't want them to.
Three weeks later Clara departed with their daughter for a while.
They were told by those around them that it was “marital misunderstandings.”
No man or woman had ever known a whole relationship fall apart due to a woman losing a wallet in a blackout.
A few months later, Clara would occasionally recall that night.
No more revenge.
Just sadness.
Love doesn't usually end in a single dramatic scene.
It Sometimes just succumbs and quietly…
In hidden places, in unfaithful pockets, and on the passing pages of paper that was forgotten.
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