Who is she?

I relaxed on the chair as I tried to figure out why he was suddenly having a meeting with a female.

“Is she one of your business partners?" I asked him as I tried not to act like I cared.

“She's not a business partner. She's a customer,” Miguel turned his steering wheel.

“Hmm.”

I glanced at my husband. Try all I can, I can't figure out why he was acting differently.

It seemed like the man sitting next to me in the car wasn't the husband I know.

“What's wrong?” He glanced at me before he focused on the road.

“Oh, nothing,” I shook my head. “I just wanted to know more about your business. Why, can't I do that?” I pursed my lips.

Miguel didn't say a word. Instead, he increased the volume of the radio; his way of telling me he didn't want to speak about it any more.

And I didn't ask.

Instead, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the beating of the music playing from the stereo system.

He drove into a car park after a few minutes of driving. I got down before him, as I was eager