Confront him

“What? How did you know? What happened? Why did you think so?” He motioned towards the waiter, who rushed over to pour more drinks into his cup. “How do you know he was cheating on her?”

The way he sounded, made me furrow my brows. I wondered if it was normal for him to sound that interested in my story.

“I saw— I meant to say, my friend.” I gulped down the water in my cup and placed it back. The waiter rushed over to fill my cup when he saw it was empty.

I didn't say a word as I watched him fill the cup and leave. Day slowly sipped his drink as he watched me. Though he wasn't urging me, I can see from his eyes —which looked so much like Miguel's —that he wanted me to continue.

“She went shopping with her friend, and caught her husband having lunch with his ex, whom he claimed he had nothing to do with.”

Speaking of what happened earlier made it seem like I'm relieving everything that happened. My heart felt like it was about to break.

“Did you ask— I mean, did your friend ask her h