A few days ago.
After conspiring with his mother about dealing with his lovers and anyone he finds suspicious, Simon retired to his bedroom as he waited for his mother's chicken stew to finish cooking. His mother was a great cook, and he was looking forward to her cooking so much.
While he waited, he planned to come up with a detailed plan on how to deal with this major problem of his before it could backfire on him.
Thinking about the woman who caused his wife to miscarry, he mustered so much courage and called her. To his greatest surprise, she answered and sounded very coy, like she had always done.
What did that show him?
She probably wasn't aware, right?
[Darling, you miss me already? Do you want to come over? I miss you so much.]
Hearing her flirting, the suspicion he had of her started diminishing, though not fully. After all, if he could pretend for years to love a woman, why couldn't a woman do the same?
