I remember that night when we got home, I called Derrick as soon as my husband, Robert, had gone to sleep. I told him that I felt really guilty about what happened, and that I knew it was just a kiss, but because it meant so much, the guilt was eating away at me. I told him that I was unsure if I could be the type of woman who could break her vows. Surprisingly, he was very supportive. He said he was also unsure as to where he wanted us to go. He said that he really did realize how much he loved and missed his wife after their divorce. He was genuinely trying to work things out with her.
“If you hadn’t come back into my life, there is no doubt that I would be a faithful man. I told you, Cassie, you are a dangerous woman.” I could hear the guilt in his voice as well, and I knew that it would be best if we were both just friends until we figured it out.
“So, we’ll take it slow, like you said a long time ago,” I said honestly. “And we’ll walk before we run. I could use an old friend, especially one as sexy as you are—”
He interrupted me. “Watch yourself, Cassie. One wrong word and everything I said might go out the window.” He paused and took a deep breath. “You know what you do to me.”
Derrick and I continued talking over the phone, usually when Robert wasn’t home. One particular evening, I was on the phone with Derrick when I heard Robert open the front door—he had just gotten home from work. I quickly told Derrick that I would contact him later and that we should set up a friendly lunch date, just to chat.
A part of me felt guilty. While I wasn’t having a full-fledged affair with Derrick, I was still breaking my vows by being secretive and thinking of another man. I had a heavy heart and genuinely felt bad, and it was about to get worse. I could have never prepared for the conversation that was about to take place.