Man Goes on Date with Female Secretary not Knowing His Wife Is Sitting Behind Them

When Sandra sees her husband Mark with a young woman, she becomes suspicious that he is cheating. Her suspicion is heightened by the evidence she finds, but she is caught off guard by the startling revelation Mark makes to her during their meeting.
As Janet related the washing disaster involving her foster son, Sandra laughed loudly and enthusiastically. But when she saw other diners in the upscale Mexican restaurant where she and her best friend were eating, she became quiet.

Janet grinned and said, “The things we do for children.” “Mark and you ought to think about adopting. It brings me fulfilment.”

Sandra groaned and nibbled at the lime wedge that came with her carnitas. Her heart ached knowing that she and Mark would never be able to have their own children, and she had misgivings about ever bonding with a foster child.

“Isn’t that Mark over there?” Janet interrupted her with an unexpected statement.
With her back to the rich potted plants towering over their table, Sandra slid down towards the end of the horseshoe-shaped seat to get a better look.

“It’s possible he came here for work. I am aware that on sometimes, he invites clients here for lunch.”

Janet helpfully added, “There, Sandra, just past the huge chiminea.”
Sandra smiled as she noticed her spouse scuttling between the tables arranged around the chiminea in the middle of the dining room. He slid into the booth behind them just as she was going to wave at him to catch his attention.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting, sweetheart,” Mark remarked, giving a lovely young woman a gentle smile before taking her hand and kissing her on the knuckles.
Sandra’s pulse pounded. Janet shifted to sit next to her and made a quiet remark. “I’m not sure that’s a business meeting, sweetie.”

Sandra felt tears rise up in her eyes. Her husband was having an affair after twenty years of marriage?

But perhaps I’m mistaken, Janet added in a phoney happy whisper. I mean, in order to loosen people up, I’ve frequently had to flirt a little with potential clientele. Perhaps Mark is acting in a similar manner.
“No, I think we both know what’s going on over there, Janet,” Sandra said. Picking up her fork, she stood up. “I’m going to go over there, tell him what a jerk he is, and stick this fork right in his—”
“Woah!” Sandra was dragged back down into the booth by Janet, who placed her hands on her elbows. “Sandy, you can’t just run over there and attack him. Although this appears extremely dodgy, there may yet be a valid explanation.”

After calming down, Sandra remarked, “Maybe you’re right.”

In the end, she and Janet hid between the limbs of a small palm tree to get a good look at Mark and his female companion. They observed as Mark and the female leaned in closer, with his arm encircling her.

With a sheepish look around the restaurant, Mark raised his menu like a shield, keeping both his and the woman’s faces fully hidden. Sandra’s mind raced with horrible visions of them sharing a kiss behind the menu.
Mark playedfully snatched a piece of the woman’s appetiser and dropped the menu to order drinks when the waiter arrived.

“Perhaps there’s a harmless explanation,” Janet muttered. “Maybe it’s Amy, his boss’s daughter?”

“Possibly. However, if he is lying…” Sandra felt her heart sink at the idea.

“First, we’ll gather evidence,” Janet firmly stated. “And if he is, I’ve got great divorce lawyers.”

A waitress asked them if they were uncomfortable as they considered what to do next. Sandra asked the waitress about the couple and gestured to Mark’s table.

The waitress answered, “They’ve been here quite a bit.”
Sandra questioned, “Are they always that cosy with each other?”

“I’m sorry, but is there a reason you’re so curious about that table?”

“No, it’s just that I’m sure I’ve seen that man buying clothing for a totally different woman,” Janet replied. “My friend and I were just debating whether we should post a picture of him on our socials in case he’s cheating.”

The waiter gave a quick shake of her head. I apologise to the women, but if our restaurant was linked to anything as outrageous, the management would lose it. I will have to notify my boss if I witness either of you taking pictures of anything other the meal.”

“Well, we certainly wouldn’t want to get into any trouble.” Grinning broadly, Janet pointed to what was left of their dinner. Would you kindly bring the bill and package this for us to take? We must depart now.”
The following day, Sandra brought Mark’s lunch to work with the intention of spotting Amy, as per a plan she had made with Janet. She froze when she saw the woman from the restaurant standing next to Mark in his office.

“Sandy!” Surprised, Mark exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought lunch,” Sandra said as she walked up to the woman. “Hello, it’s likely that this is our first meeting. I’m Sandra, the spouse of Mark.

“You’re Sandra?” The woman shook Sandra’s hand with excitement as her face brightened. “I’ve learned so much about you from Mark. Eliza here, Mark’s—”

“Secretary!” Mark hurried over to be with them. “My secretary is Elizabeth. We were just finishing up the presentation for the launch party this evening.”
“You appear to be acquainted… Eliza, do you know me at all?” Sandra inquiring.

Eliza shook her head and looked away. “No, Mrs. Baker, that doesn’t seem likely. This is only my second month on the job.”

Sandra cast a questioning glance at Mark. “I’m sure you never mentioned that your previous secretary had left!”

“After his secretary retired, Nina was given a promotion to work with Mr. Davies. This Eliza is Nina’s substitute. She possesses a remarkable aptitude for creativity and administration.”

Sandra remarked, “You ought to be praising Davies, not me,” as she turned to face Eliza. She continued, “These are exquisite,” mentioning Eliza’s earrings.

“My fa-father gave them to me,” the young girl said.
“Wow, did you bring this all the way down here just for me?” Mark spoke out, praising the lunch as though it were the most fascinating thing ever. “Honey, thanks for this. But I had already eaten with Eliza.”

With her gaze set on the takeaway containers in the trash can, Sandra remarked, “I hope you avoided all the high sodium and sugary foods.” “Anyway, some hungry interns will appreciate the homemade food.”

After saying, “I’ll take it to the break room and let them know it’s there,” Eliza quickly stole the lunchbox and ran out of sight.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mark?” When had Eliza left, Sandra enquired.

Innocently, “I really don’t know what you’re getting at, honey,” was his response.
“What time should I be ready for tonight’s launch?” Sandra inquired, shifting the subject.

“Well, are you really sure you want to go? It won’t be really thrilling.

Sandra sighed, trying to look happy. “I’m grateful, honey! I would much prefer curl up in front of the television and watch my favourite shows’ most recent episodes.”

Mark smiled. Mark’s smile had clearly changed to one of relief now. He gave Sandra a quick peck on the cheek, informed her that he would likely head directly to the launch after work, and begged her not to stay up late.

Sandra knew that Mark was keeping something from her, so she left the office.
Sandra parked her vehicle in the garage of her minimalist house and went inside.

“You’re back!” Janet came walking down the stairs. “How did it go?”

“Mark’s secretary is the girl he is with. Troubled, Sandra answered, “They looked cosy.”

Janet grimaced and broke the news to Sandra, displaying a bill for a pair of diamond earrings that were specially ordered and shaped like daisies. “Don’t ask me how I got this.”

“Oh my God.” Sandra put her palm over her lips. “Eliza was wearing earrings, which are for sale! She told me the earrings belonged to her father while maintaining a direct eye contact with me. Sandra balled up the receipt and hurled it down the corridor. “That brazen little witch!”
“We’ll confront him at his presentation tonight,” Sandra said.

Janet’s eyebrows sprang upward.”Are you sure you want to do this at a work function?”

“It seems fitting since he’s banging his secretary!” Sandra lost her temper. “How could he do this to me?” Sandra burst into tears. Tell me the truth, Janet: Did I do anything to drive Mark away? Or ought I to have made a bigger effort with how I looked? Perhaps if I got Botox or offered the girls a ride.” She pushed her breasts higher with her hands under them.

Sandy, it’s not you. Janet clarified that Sandra wasn’t at fault for the treachery, saying, “It’s him.”
Sandra and Janet, both dressed in gowns, saw a stern security guard at the main gate of the conference centre that evening. They required a sneaky entrance.
They discovered an emergency escape by circling the structure, but it was locked. Janet declined Sandra’s offer to break in, noting potential legal repercussions.

“I will divert the security officer,” Janet at last said.

Sandra crept around to the front of the building, hugging the wall because all of the security cameras on the front faced outward. She backed up to give Janet a thumbs-up as soon as she was near the entryway.

Janet clasped her hands together as if in prayer, then limped towards the door, her platform shoes hanging loosely from her fingertips.

Janet said, “Excuse me,” her voice quivering slightly with emotion. “Maybe you have some glue on hand? My ankle hurt, my heels broke, and so on.
With a cry, Janet diverted the guard, but Sandra persisted. Janet suddenly said, “I just need to borrow it!” and ran off in the opposite direction while holding the baton of the guard and pulling her dress up. The sentry pursued her.

Sandra slipped through the door and into the foyer, seizing the moment. Mark’s launch party was under way inside.

Sandra stopped and observed Mark and Eliza approach the podium. Until she saw Eliza gently brush her hand over Mark’s shoulder and give him a loving smile, she was resolved to wait it out and confront him after the presentation.

Sandra became enraged and stormed across the room, grabbing a champagne flute and tossing it towards Mark. “You filthy, deceitful rat! “How long have you been having affairs with your secretary?,” she yelled.
Mark covered the microphone in a panic, pleading for more time to explain. However, Sandra divulged all that she had found—the earrings, the covert rendezvous between Mark and Eliza, everything!

Amidst the mayhem, one investor voiced her displeasure and stopped making investments. Mr. Davies dismissed Mark as payback in an effort to win back the investment. However, it was already too late. People started to leave the gathering.

Sandra was fed up with Mark’s pathetic attempts to defend himself, and she started to move away.

Mark’s voice abruptly stopped her. “She’s my kid! Sandra, Eliza is not my mistress. I have a daughter named her.”

Sandra halted and pivoted in shock. She realised the truth when she saw how similar Mark and Eliza were.
“Please, Sandy,” Mark begged, adding that he had only lately learned of Eliza. “That took place in college. This girl was present at the fraternity home during a party. I hardly recall anything about it, and until Eliza appeared on our doorstep six months ago, I knew nothing about her at all.

“Six months?” Sandra cried out, furious.

Mark bowed his head in humiliation. “I was taken aback. We tried so hard to have a kid of our own, and I was terrified you would be hurt to learn that I had a child with someone else.”

Sandra became less angry when she noticed Eliza crying on a chair. Sandra retorted, “No, Mark, you were a coward.” “What you’ve put me through is bad enough, but the way you’ve treated your child is inexcusable.”
Disregarding Mark, Sandra went up to Eliza.

“Mrs. Baker, I apologise so much,” Eliza snorted and looked away. “I never intended to cause you harm or to give you cause for thought…All I wanted was a chance to get to know my dad better. It never occurred to me that it would go this way. I pleaded with him to tell me.”

“Eliza, none of this is your fault. Nothing went wrong with you.” Sandra threw her arms around Eliza, who sobbed deeply in return.

“There, there,” Sandra comforted Eliza while petting her hair.

With the hope that she would be able to put things right for Eliza at the very least, she said, “There are no more secrets now, and everything’s going to be okay.”