Back in that winter long ago, which still comes to mind with a certain clarity, the season seemed determined to display its full grandeur: snow fell so heavily that yards and streets became like scenes from a storybook. Fluffy white flakes kept dancing in the air, settling softly on house roofs and pavements, while the frost gave everything a special crispness and clarity.
In the flat of Charlotte and Henry the mood was altogether different warm and untroubled. Beyond the large window a white spectacle unfolded, yet inside, behind the firmly closed panes, all was snug and still. The table lamp cast a gentle, muted glow that formed a circle of warmth around itself, holding the winter chill at bay.
The couple settled on the sofa, wrapped in a thick throw. On the television a family film was playing, nothing with much weight, simply something to chuckle over and relax with. Charlotte watched attentively, smiling faintly now and then at thoughts of her own. Henry sat beside her, leaning back comfortably, also following the film, though his gaze kept drifting to the snow falling outside. The sight was strikingly beautiful.
A melodic ring broke the pleasant quiet Henrys phone. He did not respond at once, as if reluctant to interrupt their peaceful evening, but the sound came again. With a light sigh he drew the smartphone from his pocket, checked the screen and sighed once more.
Daniel is calling again, he told his wife. The third time this evening.
Charlotte turned her head slightly towards him but kept her eyes on the screen.
Probably asking us over once more, she answered calmly. He bought that cottage and wants to mark the occasion. The man simply will not accept no for an answer.
Henry ran his finger across the screen and took the call.
Yes, Dan, hello, he said, making his voice sound bright.
Henry! When are you coming? his friends voice rang with excitement. I told you were celebrating the purchase! Everything is ready: the sauna is heated, the table is laid, friends are gathering. Enough staying indoors, eh? Bring Charlotte, it will be lively!
Henry paused, thinking. He glanced at Charlotte, who gave the smallest shake of her head. She said nothing, yet he read her silent signal clearly: noisy evenings, loud music, endless talk and bustle had no place in their plans. Both wanted a quiet weekend in their own calm corner, where they could linger without hurry or explanation to anyone.
Henry waited a moment longer before answering. A useful idea occurred to him and he used it at once.
Listen, he began quietly, here is the thing Charlotte has gone to her mothers for a couple of days. I do not want to go alone, you understand. Someone might say the wrong thing to her I do not want to quarrel with my wife over nothing. We will certainly meet sometime, but later.
A short silence followed on the line, then Daniel spoke with plain surprise.
Gone to her mothers? When will she be back?
Tomorrow evening, Henry replied with a touch of regret. She decided so suddenly And we had such plans! We meant to go to the cinema, walk in the park while the weather held, perhaps even visit the skating rink. But it was not to be. So another time, all right?
Daniel stayed quiet briefly, as if considering, then his voice took on a strangely satisfied note.
Well, very well But let me know when she returns. I do want to see you both!
Of course, Henry agreed quickly. As soon as I can, I will tell you. Perhaps next weekend, if nothing changes.
He ended the call, set the phone on the table between the armchairs and breathed out with relief. A smile appeared on his face without effort.
Whew, just managed to slip out of it, he muttered, turning to Charlotte. And why must he be so persistent? I made it clear I did not want to go to his cottage! What would we do there? Watch their drunken faces? Dan knows no other way to enjoy himself! Never mind, let it go. I much prefer time spent only with you.
He put his arm around her, feeling the strain of the last minutes ease away. The flat remained warm and quiet, snowflakes still circled slowly beyond the glass, and the film continued on the screen unhurried and comfortable, quite unlike the noisy gatherings Henry disliked.
Charlotte nestled against him, aware of the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing. The room kept its cosy air: soft lamp light, the slow black-and-white film, the quiet ticking of the wall clock. All of it gave a feeling of safety and peace that daily life so often lacked.
I feel the same, she said softly, lifting her head to look at him. Let us simply watch the film and go to bed. Nothing else is needed.
Henry smiled and held her shoulders more firmly. He was already picturing how, in a few hours, they would turn off the light, pull up the warm blanket and fall asleep to the distant sound of wind in the snow. Yet their plans were broken by another call, and from the same number.
Henry frowned, glanced briefly at the screen and reached for the phone with reluctance. What now?
Dan, I already said he began, keeping his tone even, though tension had entered it.
Henry, Daniels voice sounded unusually grave, even strained, I am at the Crystal Club with the lads, having some lively time before the sauna. And here here is Charlotte. With some fellow. They are drinking, she is holding on to him. I did not wish to interfere, but you should know. She told you she had gone to her mothers! So she clearly lied!
Henry froze. He looked at his wife in surprise, then back at the screen, wondering if his friend was joking.
What? he asked again, doubt clear in his voice. Are you sure? Perhaps you mistook her for someone else? I can say with certainty that I know exactly where my wife is.
Absolutely, Daniel answered firmly. No doubt remained in his tone. She is already drunk, laughing loudly. It looks not very proper, to be honest. And she is not even troubled by my presence! She simply brushes me off! Do you want me to pass her the phone?
Henry closed his eyes for a moment, trying to collect himself. Questions crowded his mind, yet none found answers. What was truly happening? How could his friend be so mistaken? Or was something else at work?
Go ahead, he said shortly, switching to speaker. He was even curious what he would hear.
Muffled bass from club music came through, mixed with bursts of laughter and blurred voices. Then a womans voice cut through the noise so like Charlottes that Henrys heart gave a jolt.
Hello? Who is this? it came with a slight hesitation, as though the speaker had not immediately realised she was answering.
Henry swallowed, trying to steady a sudden dryness in his throat. He looked at Charlotte, who sat wide-eyed beside him, plainly confused.
Charlotte? he said, keeping his voice steady. It is Henry. What is going on?
A short laugh answered, then the same voice, now bolder and slightly hoarse, replied:
Oh, Henry, you are tiresome! I want to enjoy myself, do you understand? I am weary of your dull life. I shall let loose until I grow tired of it!
Charlotte sprang from the sofa, her face pale. She pressed a hand to her chest as if to calm her racing heart and whispered almost inaudibly:
What nonsense! How could he confuse me with someone else? And why does this woman use my name? Where does she know yours from? What is happening here?
And where are you?
What concern is it of yours? the voice countered sharply. Though I am your wife, I need not report to you. I do as I please!
Laughter and the clink of glasses sounded again behind her, then Daniel cut in:
Henry, did you hear? I told you
Henry interrupted at once, anger, confusion and a strange childish wish to turn away all mixing inside him.
Enough, he said firmly, though his voice still trembled. I shall deal with this tomorrow. Do not call again.
He ended the call quickly, tossed the phone onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling in bewilderment. Had Charlotte not been sitting there he might truly have believed it.
She dropped back onto the sofa and regarded her husband with confusion. The voice had indeed sounded like hers! Yet that was not the main point now. The main point was where the woman had learned the details to play the part so well. She had clearly been told what to say.
Well, this is a fine mess, she whispered, her voice tight. Who was that? What sort of performance is this?
Henry shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, further disordering it. He had no answer, only suspicions, and unpleasant ones.
I have no idea, he said, looking aside as though an answer might lie there. But the voice identical. Even the way she laughed and spoke it all matched. This cannot be mere chance.
And Daniel spoke as if it were certainly me, she added with a small tremor. Imagine if I truly had not been here. You would have thought I was really in that club with some man.
Henry turned to her, his expression softening. He reached out, placed an arm around her shoulders and drew her close. She trembled slightly, and he felt how important it was to stay near and give her a sense of steadiness.
I would still have suspected something, he said with conviction. You would never have done such a thing! I know you. I know how you regard these matters. This is all some absurd mistake or prank, I do not know. But I shall find out! If needed I shall go to the club and ask to see the cameras. We shall see what girl was there.
Charlotte pressed against him, feeling the cold tightness inside begin to ease and warmth take its place, both physical and deeper. She drew a long breath to steady herself.
Yes, she agreed, lifting her head a little. It is certainly not me. But who then? And why?
Henry shrugged, yet the earlier bewilderment had left his eyes; now there was only resolve to uncover the strange affair. He squeezed her hand more firmly, as if to say they were together and would manage whatever came.
The next day, towards midday, Charlotte sat in the kitchen drinking tea and reading work messages on her laptop. The quiet was broken by a ring; Daniels name showed on the screen. She hesitated before answering: after the events of the evening before, it was not easy to prepare for talk with him. Yet curiosity won; she wanted to learn what he would say.
Hello, Daniel began cautiously, as if stepping on thin ice. Did you speak with Henry after yesterday?
Charlotte held the phone tightly. She decided to use the moment to settle matters fully to discover exactly what Daniel had seen and why he had spoken so confidently about her. After a short pause, as if choosing her words, she replied:
Yes. We had words. He accused me of something unclear and would not listen to explanations. He says I am lying to him.
Silence held for a second. Charlotte heard Daniel exhale heavily, then a note of satisfaction, faint but unmistakable, entered his voice.
Is that so, he said slowly. Well, you know I have always said Henry does not value you. He never understood what you are truly like.
Charlotte felt everything seethe inside, yet she forced herself to speak evenly. She needed to hear him out and understand where he was leading.
What do you mean? she asked, keeping her voice steady.
Daniel spoke more softly, almost whispering, and something unsettling lay in that deliberate closeness of tone.
That you deserve better! Charlotte, I have long wanted to tell you I love you. Truly. And I am ready to care for you. If you wish to leave Henry, I shall be there. Always.
Charlotte stayed silent, trying to take in what she had heard. Thoughts raced: how long had Daniel felt this way? Why speak now, after this absurd business? Or had he arranged everything, knowing she was supposedly away
She breathed deeply, gathered herself and answered calmly but firmly:
Daniel, this is most unexpected. And, frankly, out of place. I love Henry, and we shall sort out what happened. There is no need to interfere.
Forgive me if I said too much, he said at last, and the earlier confidence had gone from his voice. I simply wanted you to know there is someone you can turn to. Henry acted poorly, blaming you for every fault. I heard something from him It seems he simply wants to be rid of you and is looking for a reason! I only want you to be safe!
Charlotte gripped the receiver until her fingers whitened. She took a steadying breath, determined not to let emotion rule her. The last thing she needed was to lose control and shout at this so-called friend.
You know, Daniel, her voice grew cold and level, without the slightest waver, first, I was at home yesterday. Second, Henry and I did not quarrel. Third, I know perfectly well that you arranged the whole thing. I simply did not understand why until now. Now it is all clear.
A pause stretched in the receiver. She could almost feel Daniel searching for words, desperately seeking a way to escape, change the subject or avoid a straight answer.
What?.. he finally got out, bewilderment plain in his voice. But a moment later he steadied himself and spoke more firmly. What are you talking about?
About exactly that. You found a girl whose voice is like mine. You asked her to play this scene to call, speak in my voice, pretend I was in the club with some man. Because you wanted to set us against each other. Admit it, is that not true?
Silence fell. Charlotte waited without hurry, knowing the matter would be settled now either Daniel would continue lying or tell the truth.
At last Daniel exhaled sharply. His voice broke and grew louder, almost desperate.
Yes, I arranged it! Because I love you, Charlotte! Because I see how Henry treats you. Because I want you to be happy with me!
Charlotte closed her eyes briefly. A wave of bitterness rose, yet she held it back and did not let it enter her voice.
Happy? she laughed bitterly, but the sound was dry and without joy. What made you think I would be happy with you? Who are you, after all? An ordinary man who changes girls like gloves. Even if you were the only person in the world, I would not have looked at you, do you understand?
Daniel was quiet for a second, as if collecting himself, then spoke softly, almost whispering, as though he scarcely believed his own words.
I thought thought that if you quarrelled you would see he does not deserve you. That you would notice me! I am far better than Henry! And as for the girls I was only trying to forget you! But no one can compare with you, you see! I would carry you in my arms, spoil you, adore you Only choose me!
Charlotte felt anger rise inside her not hot and sudden, but cold and hard. She held the phone firmly, yet her voice stayed even, almost detached.
You? Truly? Never! You betrayed friendship and trust. And for what? For your illusions?
She spoke calmly, yet every word sounded final clear and without hesitation. There was no anger or outburst, only steady certainty that she was right.
Charlotte, forgive me Daniels voice shook. No force or self-assurance remained, only confusion and regret.
But Charlotte had already decided. She would not give him room to explain or defend himself.
No, Daniel. There will be no forgiveness. Nor friendship. Do not call me again. Ever. And forget Henrys number too; I shall certainly let him hear the recording of this remarkable conversation!
She ended the call and set the phone slowly on the table. Her fingers trembled a little, but she composed herself, breathed deeply and looked out at the window. Snow still fell quietly beyond the glass, as if nothing had occurred.
At that moment Henry entered the room. He saw her serious face at once and grew alert.
Well? he asked, stopping in the doorway. Anxiety showed in his voice, though he tried to speak evenly.
Charlotte turned to him and said with a bitter smile:
Everything is clear now, she sighed. He set it all up. He admitted he loves me and wanted us to quarrel. He offered me the earth! Can you imagine? What a deceitful man he is
Henry sat beside her on the sofa and took her hand carefully. His fingers pressed her palm firmly so she would feel the support. In that simple touch was everything he wished to say: I am here, I am with you, and what you feel matters.
So he was never a true friend, Henry said quietly. Put him from your mind. There was no need to spend nerves on what happened. To be honest, I had noticed warning signs long ago, but I had no solid proof. I feared my imagination had simply run away with me. But now all has fallen into place.
Yes, she agreed, moving closer and resting her shoulder against his. But now at least we know the truth. And we know whom we can trust.
Her voice was steady, without strain. No resentment or bitterness remained, only quiet relief that everything had at last been made plain. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the familiar, calming scent of home: warm wood, freshly brewed tea and the faint trace of her favourite perfume.
You know, Charlotte suddenly smiled, sparks appearing in her eyes, yet this is even for the best. Now we have a solid reason not to attend all those parties. You will not be falling out with other friends because of him, will you? This way we can simply say that someone unpleasant to me is present at your gathering.
She said it lightly, almost lightly, yet there was truth in the words. No longer was there need to invent polite excuses, to weigh whether to go or worry that a refusal might offend. Now everything was simple: there were they, their cosy world, and all the rest, which no longer mattered.
Henry laughed genuinely, without any trace of the tension that had lately filled the air.
Quite right. We shall watch films and drink tea, he agreed, tilting his head to meet her gaze.
And not go out at all, she added with a small smile, drawing the edge of the throw towards her and wrapping herself in it as though in a cocoon of safety and ease.
Ideal, he nodded, holding her more tightly.
Thus, amid snowflakes slowly circling beyond the window and the soft warm light of the table lamp, their small world became whole and safe once more. In this room, filled with quiet sounds and familiar scents, there was no place for lies, doubts or others games. Here there were only the two of them, who knew that the most important things were already theirs: trust, warmth and the assurance that tomorrow would be just as calm and comfortable a day as this one.
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Daniel sat at the kitchen table in complete silence, staring into an empty cup of tea that had long grown cold. He could not recall when he had taken the last sip; all his attention was held by the words that kept repeating in his head like a stuck record: Do not call me again. Never.
Yet instead of remorse or any sense of guilt that might have told him he had acted wrongly, a dull heavy anger grew in his chest. It pressed against his ribs, made steady breathing difficult and forced his fists to clench until his nails bit into his palms.
Why did everything go wrong?! he cried, sweeping his hand across the table and scattering crumbs from the biscuit he had been absently eating while thinking.
Scenes from the previous evening replayed in his mind without cease. There he was entering the club, having arranged matters beforehand with Lily, the girl he had met a fortnight earlier in a café. She had caught his eye at once: the same features, similar hairstyle, even her voice nearly matched Charlottes. When he explained his plan she had simply smiled and nodded: Easily. I enjoy such games.
He remembered standing aside, watching her speak on the telephone, acting the part of a drunken, forward Charlotte. She laughed, drew out her words on purpose and threw sharp remarks, all exactly as he had told her. At that moment he had felt a thrill, almost delight: this was the decisive point! If all goes well, he had thought, Charlotte will understand that Henry does not value her. That there is someone who loves her truly.
And now now he had only a cold refusal and the bitter knowledge that the plan had failed. Worse still, he had lost everything.
This is not my mistake! he argued with himself as he paced the kitchen, barely noticing when he bumped a chair. It is they they do not see, they do not understand! Henry does not deserve her, and she believes him blindly!
He stopped at the table and gripped the edge of the worktop until his fingers whitened. Memories passed before him: how for years he had watched Charlotte and Henry. How he had envied their ease, their way of laughing at small things, their warm glances exchanged without remark. It had seemed he could give Charlotte the same, only better, more sincere, stronger. And he had chosen the path he believed the only possible one.
He went to the window. Snowflakes circled slowly beyond the glass, settling on the sill and on the bare branches of trees. Everything looked so peaceful, so serene.
Why do they have everything and I have nothing?! the words escaped him aloud. Why did Henry get her! I am more deserving! I am better in every way!
He understood he had lost not only Charlotte but a friend. Henry, who had always been near, always ready to help, always trusted him. Now that friendship lay ruined and could not be restored. Yet instead of remorse he felt only burning irritation, a mix of hurt and vexation that scorched within.
The telephone lay on the table, silent and strange. Daniel knew he would not call Charlotte. He would not try to explain, excuse himself or plead. That would be another defeat, another sign he could not achieve what he wanted. But new thoughts were already forming, bitter and sharp:
Let them live in their snug little world. Let them believe they have won. But I know the truth: Henry does not cherish her as I could. And one day Charlotte will realise it. Perhaps too late
He approached the window, stared at the falling snow and almost hissed, scarcely audibly, as if fearing someone might hear:
You think you have won, Charlotte? You think it is all clear? But the truth is you simply do not see beyond your cosy blanket and cup of tea. You do not see that there is someone near who loves you truly. But you chose the illusion. Well, enjoy it
He turned sharply from the window, noticed a sheet of paper on the table the one on which he had sketched the plan the day before, writing out the phrases Lily was to say and how best to shape the talk. Without thinking he seized it, tore it into small pieces, crumpled them and threw them into the bin. That wretched paper reminded him of a grand failure.
Outside the snow continued to fall, covering the world in white. Daniel closed his eyes, trying to picture Charlotte sitting beside Henry now, laughing, watching a film, drinking tea. How warm and calm it was for them. How safe they felt in their small world where there was no room for lies or schemes.
And instead of any sincere wish for happiness, instead of any attempt to accept what had happened, only stubbornness grew in him:
This ought to have been mine. All this ought to have been mine.Back in that winter long ago, which still comes to mind with a certain clarity, the season seemed determined to display its full grandeur: snow fell so heavily that yards and streets became like scenes from a storybook. Fluffy white flakes kept dancing in the air, settling softly on house roofs and pavements, while the frost gave everything a special crispness and clarity.
In the flat of Charlotte and Henry the mood was altogether different warm and untroubled. Beyond the large window a white spectacle unfolded, yet inside, behind the firmly closed panes, all was snug and still. The table lamp cast a gentle, muted glow that formed a circle of warmth around itself, holding the winter chill at bay.
The couple settled on the sofa, wrapped in a thick throw. On the television a family film was playing, nothing with much weight, simply something to chuckle over and relax with. Charlotte watched attentively, smiling faintly now and then at thoughts of her own. Henry sat beside her, leaning back comfortably, also following the film, though his gaze kept drifting to the snow falling outside. The sight was strikingly beautiful.
A melodic ring broke the pleasant quiet Henrys phone. He did not respond at once, as if reluctant to interrupt their peaceful evening, but the sound came again. With a light sigh he drew the smartphone from his pocket, checked the screen and sighed once more.
Daniel is calling again, he told his wife. The third time this evening.
Charlotte turned her head slightly towards him but kept her eyes on the screen.
Probably asking us over once more, she answered calmly. He bought that cottage and wants to mark the occasion. The man simply will not accept no for an answer.
Henry ran his finger across the screen and took the call.
Yes, Dan, hello, he said, making his voice sound bright.
Henry! When are you coming? his friends voice rang with excitement. I told you were celebrating the purchase! Everything is ready: the sauna is heated, the table is laid, friends are gathering. Enough staying indoors, eh? Bring Charlotte, it will be lively!
Henry paused, thinking. He glanced at Charlotte, who gave the smallest shake of her head. She said nothing, yet he read her silent signal clearly: noisy evenings, loud music, endless talk and bustle had no place in their plans. Both wanted a quiet weekend in their own calm corner, where they could linger without hurry or explanation to anyone.
Henry waited a moment longer before answering. A useful idea occurred to him and he used it at once.
Listen, he began quietly, here is the thing Charlotte has gone to her mothers for a couple of days. I do not want to go alone, you understand. Someone might say the wrong thing to her I do not want to quarrel with my wife over nothing. We will certainly meet sometime, but later.
A short silence followed on the line, then Daniel spoke with plain surprise.
Gone to her mothers? When will she be back?
Tomorrow evening, Henry replied with a touch of regret. She decided so suddenly And we had such plans! We meant to go to the cinema, walk in the park while the weather held, perhaps even visit the skating rink. But it was not to be. So another time, all right?
Daniel stayed quiet briefly, as if considering, then his voice took on a strangely satisfied note.
Well, very well But let me know when she returns. I do want to see you both!
Of course, Henry agreed quickly. As soon as I can, I will tell you. Perhaps next weekend, if nothing changes.
He ended the call, set the phone on the table between the armchairs and breathed out with relief. A smile appeared on his face without effort.
Whew, just managed to slip out of it, he muttered, turning to Charlotte. And why must he be so persistent? I made it clear I did not want to go to his cottage! What would we do there? Watch their drunken faces? Dan knows no other way to enjoy himself! Never mind, let it go. I much prefer time spent only with you.
He put his arm around her, feeling the strain of the last minutes ease away. The flat remained warm and quiet, snowflakes still circled slowly beyond the glass, and the film continued on the screen unhurried and comfortable, quite unlike the noisy gatherings Henry disliked.
Charlotte nestled against him, aware of the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing. The room kept its cosy air: soft lamp light, the slow black-and-white film, the quiet ticking of the wall clock. All of it gave a feeling of safety and peace that daily life so often lacked.
I feel the same, she said softly, lifting her head to look at him. Let us simply watch the film and go to bed. Nothing else is needed.
Henry smiled and held her shoulders more firmly. He was already picturing how, in a few hours, they would turn off the light, pull up the warm blanket and fall asleep to the distant sound of wind in the snow. Yet their plans were broken by another call, and from the same number.
Henry frowned, glanced briefly at the screen and reached for the phone with reluctance. What now?
Dan, I already said he began, keeping his tone even, though tension had entered it.
Henry, Daniels voice sounded unusually grave, even strained, I am at the Crystal Club with the lads, having some lively time before the sauna. And here here is Charlotte. With some fellow. They are drinking, she is holding on to him. I did not wish to interfere, but you should know. She told you she had gone to her mothers! So she clearly lied!
Henry froze. He looked at his wife in surprise, then back at the screen, wondering if his friend was joking.
What? he asked again, doubt clear in his voice. Are you sure? Perhaps you mistook her for someone else? I can say with certainty that I know exactly where my wife is.
Absolutely, Daniel answered firmly. No doubt remained in his tone. She is already drunk, laughing loudly. It looks not very proper, to be honest. And she is not even troubled by my presence! She simply brushes me off! Do you want me to pass her the phone?
Henry closed his eyes for a moment, trying to collect himself. Questions crowded his mind, yet none found answers. What was truly happening? How could his friend be so mistaken? Or was something else at work?
Go ahead, he said shortly, switching to speaker. He was even curious what he would hear.
Muffled bass from club music came through, mixed with bursts of laughter and blurred voices. Then a womans voice cut through the noise so like Charlottes that Henrys heart gave a jolt.
Hello? Who is this? it came with a slight hesitation, as though the speaker had not immediately realised she was answering.
Henry swallowed, trying to steady a sudden dryness in his throat. He looked at Charlotte, who sat wide-eyed beside him, plainly confused.
Charlotte? he said, keeping his voice steady. It is Henry. What is going on?
A short laugh answered, then the same voice, now bolder and slightly hoarse, replied:
Oh, Henry, you are tiresome! I want to enjoy myself, do you understand? I am weary of your dull life. I shall let loose until I grow tired of it!
Charlotte sprang from the sofa, her face pale. She pressed a hand to her chest as if to calm her racing heart and whispered almost inaudibly:
What nonsense! How could he confuse me with someone else? And why does this woman use my name? Where does she know yours from? What is happening here?
And where are you?
What concern is it of yours? the voice countered sharply. Though I am your wife, I need not report to you. I do as I please!
Laughter and the clink of glasses sounded again behind her, then Daniel cut in:
Henry, did you hear? I told you
Henry interrupted at once, anger, confusion and a strange childish wish to turn away all mixing inside him.
Enough, he said firmly, though his voice still trembled. I shall deal with this tomorrow. Do not call again.
He ended the call quickly, tossed the phone onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling in bewilderment. Had Charlotte not been sitting there he might truly have believed it.
She dropped back onto the sofa and regarded her husband with confusion. The voice had indeed sounded like hers! Yet that was not the main point now. The main point was where the woman had learned the details to play the part so well. She had clearly been told what to say.
Well, this is a fine mess, she whispered, her voice tight. Who was that? What sort of performance is this?
Henry shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, further disordering it. He had no answer, only suspicions, and unpleasant ones.
I have no idea, he said, looking aside as though an answer might lie there. But the voice identical. Even the way she laughed and spoke it all matched. This cannot be mere chance.
And Daniel spoke as if it were certainly me, she added with a small tremor. Imagine if I truly had not been here. You would have thought I was really in that club with some man.
Henry turned to her, his expression softening. He reached out, placed an arm around her shoulders and drew her close. She trembled slightly, and he felt how important it was to stay near and give her a sense of steadiness.
I would still have suspected something, he said with conviction. You would never have done such a thing! I know you. I know how you regard these matters. This is all some absurd mistake or prank, I do not know. But I shall find out! If needed I shall go to the club and ask to see the cameras. We shall see what girl was there.
Charlotte pressed against him, feeling the cold tightness inside begin to ease and warmth take its place, both physical and deeper. She drew a long breath to steady herself.
Yes, she agreed, lifting her head a little. It is certainly not me. But who then? And why?
Henry shrugged, yet the earlier bewilderment had left his eyes; now there was only resolve to uncover the strange affair. He squeezed her hand more firmly, as if to say they were together and would manage whatever came.
The next day, towards midday, Charlotte sat in the kitchen drinking tea and reading work messages on her laptop. The quiet was broken by a ring; Daniels name showed on the screen. She hesitated before answering: after the events of the evening before, it was not easy to prepare for talk with him. Yet curiosity won; she wanted to learn what he would say.
Hello, Daniel began cautiously, as if stepping on thin ice. Did you speak with Henry after yesterday?
Charlotte held the phone tightly. She decided to use the moment to settle matters fully to discover exactly what Daniel had seen and why he had spoken so confidently about her. After a short pause, as if choosing her words, she replied:
Yes. We had words. He accused me of something unclear and would not listen to explanations. He says I am lying to him.
Silence held for a second. Charlotte heard Daniel exhale heavily, then a note of satisfaction, faint but unmistakable, entered his voice.
Is that so, he said slowly. Well, you know I have always said Henry does not value you. He never understood what you are truly like.
Charlotte felt everything seethe inside, yet she forced herself to speak evenly. She needed to hear him out and understand where he was leading.
What do you mean? she asked, keeping her voice steady.
Daniel spoke more softly, almost whispering, and something unsettling lay in that deliberate closeness of tone.
That you deserve better! Charlotte, I have long wanted to tell you I love you. Truly. And I am ready to care for you. If you wish to leave Henry, I shall be there. Always.
Charlotte stayed silent, trying to take in what she had heard. Thoughts raced: how long had Daniel felt this way? Why speak now, after this absurd business? Or had he arranged everything, knowing she was supposedly away
She breathed deeply, gathered herself and answered calmly but firmly:
Daniel, this is most unexpected. And, frankly, out of place. I love Henry, and we shall sort out what happened. There is no need to interfere.
Forgive me if I said too much, he said at last, and the earlier confidence had gone from his voice. I simply wanted you to know there is someone you can turn to. Henry acted poorly, blaming you for every fault. I heard something from him It seems he simply wants to be rid of you and is looking for a reason! I only want you to be safe!
Charlotte gripped the receiver until her fingers whitened. She took a steadying breath, determined not to let emotion rule her. The last thing she needed was to lose control and shout at this so-called friend.
You know, Daniel, her voice grew cold and level, without the slightest waver, first, I was at home yesterday. Second, Henry and I did not quarrel. Third, I know perfectly well that you arranged the whole thing. I simply did not understand why until now. Now it is all clear.
A pause stretched in the receiver. She could almost feel Daniel searching for words, desperately seeking a way to escape, change the subject or avoid a straight answer.
What?.. he finally got out, bewilderment plain in his voice. But a moment later he steadied himself and spoke more firmly. What are you talking about?
About exactly that. You found a girl whose voice is like mine. You asked her to play this scene to call, speak in my voice, pretend I was in the club with some man. Because you wanted to set us against each other. Admit it, is that not true?
Silence fell. Charlotte waited without hurry, knowing the matter would be settled now either Daniel would continue lying or tell the truth.
At last Daniel exhaled sharply. His voice broke and grew louder, almost desperate.
Yes, I arranged it! Because I love you, Charlotte! Because I see how Henry treats you. Because I want you to be happy with me!
Charlotte closed her eyes briefly. A wave of bitterness rose, yet she held it back and did not let it enter her voice.
Happy? she laughed bitterly, but the sound was dry and without joy. What made you think I would be happy with you? Who are you, after all? An ordinary man who changes girls like gloves. Even if you were the only person in the world, I would not have looked at you, do you understand?
Daniel was quiet for a second, as if collecting himself, then spoke softly, almost whispering, as though he scarcely believed his own words.
I thought thought that if you quarrelled you would see he does not deserve you. That you would notice me! I am far better than Henry! And as for the girls I was only trying to forget you! But no one can compare with you, you see! I would carry you in my arms, spoil you, adore you Only choose me!
Charlotte felt anger rise inside her not hot and sudden, but cold and hard. She held the phone firmly, yet her voice stayed even, almost detached.
You? Truly? Never! You betrayed friendship and trust. And for what? For your illusions?
She spoke calmly, yet every word sounded final clear and without hesitation. There was no anger or outburst, only steady certainty that she was right.
Charlotte, forgive me Daniels voice shook. No force or self-assurance remained, only confusion and regret.
But Charlotte had already decided. She would not give him room to explain or defend himself.
No, Daniel. There will be no forgiveness. Nor friendship. Do not call me again. Ever. And forget Henrys number too; I shall certainly let him hear the recording of this remarkable conversation!
She ended the call and set the phone slowly on the table. Her fingers trembled a little, but she composed herself, breathed deeply and looked out at the window. Snow still fell quietly beyond the glass, as if nothing had occurred.
At that moment Henry entered the room. He saw her serious face at once and grew alert.
Well? he asked, stopping in the doorway. Anxiety showed in his voice, though he tried to speak evenly.
Charlotte turned to him and said with a bitter smile:
Everything is clear now, she sighed. He set it all up. He admitted he loves me and wanted us to quarrel. He offered me the earth! Can you imagine? What a deceitful man he is
Henry sat beside her on the sofa and took her hand carefully. His fingers pressed her palm firmly so she would feel the support. In that simple touch was everything he wished to say: I am here, I am with you, and what you feel matters.
So he was never a true friend, Henry said quietly. Put him from your mind. There was no need to spend nerves on what happened. To be honest, I had noticed warning signs long ago, but I had no solid proof. I feared my imagination had simply run away with me. But now all has fallen into place.
Yes, she agreed, moving closer and resting her shoulder against his. But now at least we know the truth. And we know whom we can trust.
Her voice was steady, without strain. No resentment or bitterness remained, only quiet relief that everything had at last been made plain. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the familiar, calming scent of home: warm wood, freshly brewed tea and the faint trace of her favourite perfume.
You know, Charlotte suddenly smiled, sparks appearing in her eyes, yet this is even for the best. Now we have a solid reason not to attend all those parties. You will not be falling out with other friends because of him, will you? This way we can simply say that someone unpleasant to me is present at your gathering.
She said it lightly, almost lightly, yet there was truth in the words. No longer was there need to invent polite excuses, to weigh whether to go or worry that a refusal might offend. Now everything was simple: there were they, their cosy world, and all the rest, which no longer mattered.
Henry laughed genuinely, without any trace of the tension that had lately filled the air.
Quite right. We shall watch films and drink tea, he agreed, tilting his head to meet her gaze.
And not go out at all, she added with a small smile, drawing the edge of the throw towards her and wrapping herself in it as though in a cocoon of safety and ease.
Ideal, he nodded, holding her more tightly.
Thus, amid snowflakes slowly circling beyond the window and the soft warm light of the table lamp, their small world became whole and safe once more. In this room, filled with quiet sounds and familiar scents, there was no place for lies, doubts or others games. Here there were only the two of them, who knew that the most important things were already theirs: trust, warmth and the assurance that tomorrow would be just as calm and comfortable a day as this one.
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Daniel sat at the kitchen table in complete silence, staring into an empty cup of tea that had long grown cold. He could not recall when he had taken the last sip; all his attention was held by the words that kept repeating in his head like a stuck record: Do not call me again. Never.
Yet instead of remorse or any sense of guilt that might have told him he had acted wrongly, a dull heavy anger grew in his chest. It pressed against his ribs, made steady breathing difficult and forced his fists to clench until his nails bit into his palms.
Why did everything go wrong?! he cried, sweeping his hand across the table and scattering crumbs from the biscuit he had been absently eating while thinking.
Scenes from the previous evening replayed in his mind without cease. There he was entering the club, having arranged matters beforehand with Lily, the girl he had met a fortnight earlier in a café. She had caught his eye at once: the same features, similar hairstyle, even her voice nearly matched Charlottes. When he explained his plan she had simply smiled and nodded: Easily. I enjoy such games.
He remembered standing aside, watching her speak on the telephone, acting the part of a drunken, forward Charlotte. She laughed, drew out her words on purpose and threw sharp remarks, all exactly as he had told her. At that moment he had felt a thrill, almost delight: this was the decisive point! If all goes well, he had thought, Charlotte will understand that Henry does not value her. That there is someone who loves her truly.
And now now he had only a cold refusal and the bitter knowledge that the plan had failed. Worse still, he had lost everything.
This is not my mistake! he argued with himself as he paced the kitchen, barely noticing when he bumped a chair. It is they they do not see, they do not understand! Henry does not deserve her, and she believes him blindly!
He stopped at the table and gripped the edge of the worktop until his fingers whitened. Memories passed before him: how for years he had watched Charlotte and Henry. How he had envied their ease, their way of laughing at small things, their warm glances exchanged without remark. It had seemed he could give Charlotte the same, only better, more sincere, stronger. And he had chosen the path he believed the only possible one.
He went to the window. Snowflakes circled slowly beyond the glass, settling on the sill and on the bare branches of trees. Everything looked so peaceful, so serene.
Why do they have everything and I have nothing?! the words escaped him aloud. Why did Henry get her! I am more deserving! I am better in every way!
He understood he had lost not only Charlotte but a friend. Henry, who had always been near, always ready to help, always trusted him. Now that friendship lay ruined and could not be restored. Yet instead of remorse he felt only burning irritation, a mix of hurt and vexation that scorched within.
The telephone lay on the table, silent and strange. Daniel knew he would not call Charlotte. He would not try to explain, excuse himself or plead. That would be another defeat, another sign he could not achieve what he wanted. But new thoughts were already forming, bitter and sharp:
Let them live in their snug little world. Let them believe they have won. But I know the truth: Henry does not cherish her as I could. And one day Charlotte will realise it. Perhaps too late
He approached the window, stared at the falling snow and almost hissed, scarcely audibly, as if fearing someone might hear:
You think you have won, Charlotte? You think it is all clear? But the truth is you simply do not see beyond your cosy blanket and cup of tea. You do not see that there is someone near who loves you truly. But you chose the illusion. Well, enjoy it
He turned sharply from the window, noticed a sheet of paper on the table the one on which he had sketched the plan the day before, writing out the phrases Lily was to say and how best to shape the talk. Without thinking he seized it, tore it into small pieces, crumpled them and threw them into the bin. That wretched paper reminded him of a grand failure.
Outside the snow continued to fall, covering the world in white. Daniel closed his eyes, trying to picture Charlotte sitting beside Henry now, laughing, watching a film, drinking tea. How warm and calm it was for them. How safe they felt in their small world where there was no room for lies or schemes.
And instead of any sincere wish for happiness, instead of any attempt to accept what had happened, only stubbornness grew in him:
This ought to have been mine. All this ought to have been mine.
