Just leave

As much as you'd love to know what your wife and best friend are talking about, you're worried about being caught in your own lie. While you wait for your order, a plan formulates in your mind. Once you've paid for your pastry and coffee, you'll go back to your car and move it closer. From outside you'll be able to watch them through the large glass windows of the coffee shop that look out onto the sheltered parking lot. You might not be able to hear what they're saying, but you will be able to observe their body language and what they do with each other.

It's not that you don't trust your wife and best friend, although you are beginning to grow suspicious of your friend's intentions after what he said in the messages to your wife. There are possible reasons for them to meet together that are absolutely innocent, but because of the upcoming sex date every little thing they do together has you paranoid that the whole arrangement is a ploy so that they can fuck with your consent.

Your wife wouldn't do that to you though...right? She's kind and sweet and far too shy and reserved to pull a lie of that magnitude. It's far more likely that she's just being too trusting of your player best friend. Or maybe the fact that you lied and tricked both of them yourself has led you to see those traits in everyone else too.

Ariana growls from their table, although she sounds more frustrated than angry, but you're too far away to hear what's being said. The abrupt gruffness of her tone is enough to wake you from your thoughts though, just before the barista returns with your order. You pay her and after she brings your change, you turn, eager to get back to your car so that you can watch your wife and best friend properly.

As you turn however you see Matt reaching his hand across the table. Is he trying to touch your wife's hand? The movement shocks you and makes you freeze. Whatever Matt was going to do doesn't matter as he sees you, alerted to the person standing still in the coffee shop watching them and realizes it's you. His hand drops to the table and you'll never know what he was going to do.

"Eric?" Matt says in confusion.

Your wife whips around in her seat and looks at you, her own face a mixture of shame and bewilderment.

"W-what are you doing here?" she asks, her voice nervous but you're unsure if it's because you caught her, or she caught you. "You said you were working late."

Your mouth flaps open soundlessly like a fish as you hurriedly decide what to do. You could just make a quick exit without explaining yourself. It would give you more time to think of an excuse but it might be more suspicious. Alternatively, you could try to bluff your way out of the situation. But then again, you aren't the only one who's clearly keeping secrets, and rather than answer your wife's question, you could try to turn the interrogation light on them instead.