This winter has been particularly striking, with snow blanketing the gardens and streets in a way that turns them into enchanting scenes from a storybook. The soft white flakes have swirled endlessly through the air, settling gently on rooftops and pavements, while the frost brings a crisp freshness and clarity to everything that I notice every time I glance outside.
In our flat, Henry and I have been wrapped in an entirely different feelingwarm and peaceful. Through the large window the snowy display unfolds, but indoors with the panes shut tight, everything feels snug and still. The desk lamp casts a gentle, low light that forms a circle of soft glow around itself, holding back the winter chill.
We settled on the sofa, tucked under a fluffy blanket. A family comedy played on the television, nothing with much weight to it, just something to laugh at and ease into. I watched closely, now and then letting a faint smile cross my face at thoughts that were only mine. Henry sat beside me, leaning back relaxed against the sofa, watching too, though his eyes drifted often to the snow drifting down outside. The sight was truly beautiful.
This calm was broken by a melodic ringHenrys phone. He didnt respond at once, seeming reluctant to interrupt our quiet evening together, but the ring came again. With a slight sigh he pulled the smartphone from his pocket, checked the screen and sighed once more.
Daniels calling again, he said to me. Third time this evening.
I turned my head slightly toward him but kept my eyes on the screen.
Probably asking us over to his cottage again, I replied calmly. He bought it and wants to celebrate. For some reason this man simply wont accept the word no.
Henry ran his finger over the screen to take the call.
Hi, Dan, he said, making his voice sound cheerful.
Henry! When are you coming over? his friends voice rang with excitement. I told youwere marking the purchase! Everythings ready: the hot tub is heated, the table is laid, the lads are gathering. Enough sitting at home, eh? Come with Charlotte, itll be a laugh!
Henry paused for a moment, thinking over his answer. He glanced at me, and at that exact moment I gave the smallest shake of my head. I said nothing, yet he understood my silent signal perfectly: noisy gatherings, loud music, endless talk and fussnone of that fitted our plans now. We both wanted to spend these days quietly in our own cosy corner, where we could take our time and answer to no one.
He waited a little before replying. An idea came to him and he used it at once.
Listen, he began quietly, theres this thing Charlotte has gone to stay with her mum for a couple of days. I dont want to go alone, you understand. Someone might say the wrong thing to her I dont want to argue with my wife over nothing. Well definitely get together sometime, but later.
A short silence followed on the other end, then Daniel answered with clear surprise.
Gone to her mums? Whens she back?
Tomorrow evening, Henry said with a touch of longing. She decided so suddenly And we had such big plans! We wanted to go to the cinema, walk in the park while the weather holds, maybe even stop at the ice rink. But it didnt work out. So lets do it another time, all right?
Daniel stayed quiet briefly, as if considering, then his voice took on a strangely satisfied note.
All right then But let me know when shes back. Id really like to see you both!
Of course, Henry agreed quickly. As soon as theres a chance, Ill tell you. Maybe next weekend? If plans dont change, that is.
He said goodbye, set the phone on the table between the chairs and exhaled with relief. A small grin appeared on his face without him trying.
Phew, I just about talked my way out of it, he muttered, turning to me. Whats with him being so insistent? I made it clear I didnt want to go to his cottage! What would we do there? Watch their drunk faces? Daniel doesnt know how to relax any other way! Never mind, lets forget it. I much prefer spending time just with you.
He put his arm around me, and I felt the tension of the last few minutes slowly leave. The flat stayed warm and quiet, snowflakes turned slowly outside the window, and our favourite film continued on the screenunhurried, cosy, nothing like the noisy evenings Henry disliked so much.
I nestled closer to Henry, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing. The room still held that comfortable air: the soft lamp light, the slow pace of the film on the screen, the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall. All of it created a sense of safety and calm that daily life so often lacks.
I feel the same, I said quietly, lifting my head a little to meet his eyes. Lets just watch the film and go to bed. Nothing else is needed.
Henry smiled and held me tighter by the shoulders. He was already imagining how in a couple of hours we would turn off the lights, pull a warm duvet over us and drift off to the distant sound of the wind outside. But our plans were interrupted by another ring. And, of all things, from the same person.
Henry frowned, shot a quick look at the screen and reluctantly reached for the phone. What now?
Dan, I already told you he started, trying to keep his voice calm, though tension was starting to show.
Henry, Daniels voice sounded unusually serious, even strained, Im at the Crystal Club right now, the lads and I decided to have some fun before heading to the hot tub. And then then I saw Charlotte. With some bloke. Theyre drinking, shes hugging him. I didnt want to get involved, but you need to know. She told you she went to her mums! So she clearly lied!
Henry froze. He looked at me in astonishment, then turned his gaze back to the screen, wondering whether his friend was joking.
What? Henry asked again, doubt clear in his voice. Are you sure? Maybe youve mixed her up with someone else? I can say for certain that I know exactly where my wife is!
Absolutely, Daniel replied firmly. There was no trace of doubt in his voice. Shes already drunk, laughing loudly. It all looks not very decent, to be honest. And shes not even bothered by my presence! She just brushes me off! Do you want me to hand her the phone?
Henry closed his eyes for a second, trying to collect his thoughts. Many questions spun in his head, but none had answers. What on earth was happening? How could his friend be so mistaken? Or was there something else going on?
Go ahead, he said shortly, switching to speakerphone. He was even curious to hear exactly what would come next.
From the speaker came the muffled bass of club music mixed with bursts of laughter and unclear voices. Then through the noise a womans voice broke throughso like mine that Henrys heart gave a jolt.
Hello? Whos this? it came with a slight pause, as if the person on the other end hadnt immediately realised they were answering.
Henry swallowed, trying to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. He looked at me sitting beside him with eyes wide, clearly not understanding a thing.
Charlotte? he said, working to keep his voice steady. Its Henry. Whats going on?
A short giggle answered, then the same voice, now bolder with a slight huskiness, said:
Oh, Henry, youre such a bore! I want to have fun, you know? Im tired of your dull life. Im going to let loose while I can!
I stood up sharply from the sofa, my face pale. I pressed my hand to my chest as if to steady my quickening heartbeat and whispered almost soundlessly:
What nonsense! How could he have mistaken me for someone else? And how does she even know your name? What is going on here?
And where are you?
Whats it to you? the voice in the speaker shot back with a challenging tone. Even if Im your wife, I dont have to report to you. And I do what I want!
Laughter and clinking glasses sounded again in the background, then Daniel cut in:
Henry, did you hear? I told you
Henry interrupted him sharply, feeling anger, confusion and a strange, almost childish urge to look away and not face any of it.
Stop, he said firmly, though a tremor still ran through his voice. Ill deal with this tomorrow. Dont call again.
He hung up quickly, tossed the phone further onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling in complete bewilderment. If I hadnt been sitting right there he really could have believed it.
I sank back onto the sofa and stared at him in confusion. That girls voice really did sound like mine! But that wasnt the main thing now. The main thing was how she knew the details to play the part so well. She had clearly been told what to do.
Well, this is something, I whispered, my voice a bit strained. Who was that? What kind of circus is this?
Henry shook his head, running his hand through his hair and messing it up even more. He had no answeronly suspicions. Very unpleasant ones.
I have no idea, he replied, looking off to the side as if hoping to find some answer there. But the voice its identical. Even the tone, the laugheverything matched. This cant be a simple coincidence.
And Daniel was so sure it was me, I said with a slight tremble. Imagine if I really wasnt at home. You would have thought I was there at the club with some man.
Henry turned to me, his gaze softening. He reached out, gently put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. My body trembled a little, and he seemed to feel how important it was to be near now, to give me a sense of steadiness.
I would have suspected something anyway, he said with certainty. You wouldnt do that! I know you. I know how you feel about such things. This is all some ridiculous mistake, a joke, I dont know. But Ill sort it out! If I have to, Ill go to the club and ask to see the cameras. Well find out who that girl really was.
I pressed against him, feeling the tight cold gradually leave and warmth take its placenot only physical but deeper too. I drew a long breath, trying to steady myself.
Yes, I agreed, lifting my head a little. Its definitely not me. But who is it then? And why?
Henry shrugged, yet the confusion in his eyes had gone, replaced by a quiet resolve to get to the bottom of this odd story. He squeezed my hand tighter, as if to say we were together and would handle whatever came.
The next day, closer to midday, I sat in the kitchen drinking tea and checking work emails on my laptop. The quiet was broken by a ringDaniels name on the screen. I hesitated before answering; after last night it wasnt easy to prepare for a talk with him. But curiosity wonI wanted to understand what he would say.
Hi, Daniel began cautiously, as if stepping carefully. Did you speak to Henry after yesterday?
I held the phone tightly. I decided to use the moment to get to the truthfind out exactly what he had seen and why he had been so certain about me the night before. After a short pause, choosing my words, I replied:
Yes. We had a row. He accused me of something unclear and didnt want to listen to explanations. He says Im lying to him.
Silence hung for a second. I heard Daniel exhale loudly, then a note of satisfaction slipped into his voicefaint but clear.
Is that so, he said slowly. Well, you know Ive always said Henry doesnt value you. He never understood what youre really like.
Everything inside me began to boil, yet I forced myself to speak evenly. I needed to hear him out fully, to see where he was going.
What do you mean? I asked, keeping my voice level.
Daniel spoke more quietly, almost in a whisper, and that deliberate closeness in his tone felt unsettling.
That you deserve more! Charlotte, Ive wanted to tell you for a long time I love you. Truly. And Im ready to take care of you. If you want to leave HenryIll be there. Always.
I stayed silent, trying to take in what Id heard. Thoughts raced: how long had he been thinking this? Why say it now, after this whole absurd business? Or had he arranged it all, knowing I was supposedly not at home
I breathed deeply, gathered myself and answered calmly but firmly.
Daniel, this is very unexpected. And honestly, not appropriate. I love Henry, and well sort out what happened. Theres no need to interfere.
Sorry if I said too much, he finally replied, and the earlier confidence had left his voice. I just wanted you to know you have someone to turn to. Henry acted badly, blaming you for everything. I heard something from him It seems he just wants to leave you and is looking for an excuse! I just want you to be safe!
I gripped the phone so hard my fingers went pale. I took a deep breath, trying to stay composed and not let emotions take over. The last thing I needed was to lose control and shout at this so-called friend.
You know, Daniel, my voice turned cold and steady, without a single waver, first of all, I was at home yesterday. Second, Henry and I didnt argue. And third, I know perfectly well that you set this up. I just didnt understand why. Now its all clear.
A pause followed on the line. I could almost feel Daniel scrambling for words, desperately looking for a way to dodge the question or change the subject.
What? he finally got out, bewilderment in his voice. But a second later he steadied himself and spoke more firmly. What are you talking about?
Exactly that. You found a girl whose voice is like mine. You asked her to stage this actcall, speak in my voice, pretend I was at the club with some man. Because you wanted to cause a fight between us. Admit it, isnt that right?
Silence fell again. I waited without rushing, knowing the moment would decide everythingeither he would keep lying or tell the truth.
Finally Daniel let out a sharp breath. His voice cracked, grew louder, almost desperate.
Yes, I set it up! Because I love you, Charlotte! Because I see how Henry treats you. Because I want you to be happywith me!
I closed my eyes for a second. A wave of bitterness rose, but I held it back and kept it from showing in my voice.
Happy? I laughed bitterly, though it came out dry and without any real amusement. What made you think Id be happy with you? Who do you think you are anyway? Just an ordinary man who changes women like gloves. Even if you were the only person in the world, I wouldnt give you a second look, understand?
Daniel stayed silent for a moment, as if collecting himself, then spoke quietly, almost whispering, as though he hardly believed his own words.
I thought I thought if you argued youd see he doesnt deserve you. That youd notice me! Im so much better than Henry! And about the women I was just trying to forget you! But no one compares to you! Id carry you on my hands, spoil you, adore you Just choose me!
Anger began to rise in mecold and solid, not hot or sudden. I gripped the phone, yet my voice stayed even and almost flat.
You? Seriously? Never! You betrayed a friendship, betrayed trust. And for what? For your illusions?
I spoke calmly, but every word landed like a final judgmentclear, without hesitation. There was no anger or hysteria in my tone, only a firm belief that I was right.
Charlotte, Im sorry Daniels voice trembled. The push and self-assurance were goneonly confusion and regret remained.
But I had already decided. I wasnt going to give him any chance to justify or explain.
No, Daniel. There will be no forgiveness. And no friendship either. Dont call me again. Ever! And forget Henrys number tooIll make sure he hears the recording of this lovely conversation!
I ended the call and slowly set the phone on the table. My fingers shook a little, but I steadied myself, drew a deep breath and looked out the window. Snow still fell quietly outside the glass, as if nothing had happened.
At that moment Henry came into the room. He noticed my serious face straight away and grew concerned.
Well? he asked, stopping in the doorway. Worry showed in his voice, yet he tried to speak calmly.
I turned to him with a bitter smile.
Its all clear now, I sighed. He set everything up. He admitted he loves me and wanted us to argue. He was offering me the world! Can you imagine? How low
Henry sat beside me on the sofa and carefully took my hand. His fingers squeezed my palm firmly, so I would feel the support. In that simple touch was everything he wanted to say: Im here, Im with you, and what you feel matters.
So he was never a true friend, Henry said quietly. Forget about him! We dont need to waste our nerves thinking about what happened. To be honest, Id noticed the warning signs a while ago, but I had no real proof. I was afraid it was just my imagination running wild. But now everything has fallen into place.
Yes, I agreed, moving closer and pressing my shoulder to his. But at least now we know the truth. And we know who we can trust.
My voice stayed steady, without any break. No resentment or bitterness remainedonly a quiet relief that everything had finally been cleared up. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in the familiar comforting scent of home: warm wood, freshly brewed tea, and the faint trace of my favourite perfume.
You know, I suddenly smiled, sparks in my eyes, this might even be for the best. Now we have a solid reason not to go to all those parties. You wont be falling out with other friends because of him, will you? This way we can simply say theres someone at the event I find unpleasant.
I said it lightly, almost playfully, yet the words held truth. There was no longer any need for polite excuses, weighing whether to go or worrying that refusing might upset someone. Now it was simple: there was us, our cosy world, and everything elsewhich no longer mattered.
Henry laughed genuinely, without any trace of the tension that had lingered earlier.
Exactly. Well watch films and drink tea, he agreed, tilting his head to meet my gaze.
And not go out anywhere, I added with a slight smirk, pulling the edge of the blanket toward me and wrapping myself in it like a cocoon of safety and comfort.
Perfect, he nodded, holding me tighter.
So, amid the snowflakes slowly circling outside the window and the soft warm light of the desk lamp, our small world felt whole and secure again. In this room filled with quiet sounds and familiar smells there was no room for lies, doubts or other peoples games. Here there were only ustwo people who knew that the most important thing was already ours: trust, warmth and the certainty that tomorrow would be just as calm and cosy a day as this one.
As I finish this entry my thoughts turn to Daniel. I wonder if he is sitting in his kitchen right now in complete silence, staring at an empty cup with tea that went cold long ago. He probably does not even remember when he took the last sipall his attention consumed by the words that keep echoing: Dont call me. Never. Instead of remorse or any sense of guilt that might tell him he did wrong, a dull heavy anger is likely swelling in his chest. It presses on his ribs, makes steady breathing hard, forces him to clench his fists until his nails bite into his palms.
Why did everything go so wrong?! he may have shouted, sweeping his hand across the table and brushing away crumbs from a biscuit he had been nibbling while thinking.
Scenes from last night keep replaying in his mind. How he entered the club, having arranged everything beforehand with Sophiethe girl he met a couple of weeks ago in a café. She caught his eye at once: the same features, similar hairstyle, even her voice sounded almost like mine. When he told her his plan she simply smiled and nodded: Easy. I love games like this. He probably recalls standing to one side, watching as she spoke on the phone pretending to be a drunk, loose version of me. She laughed, deliberately stretched her words, threw out sharp remarkseverything exactly as he had instructed. At that moment he felt a thrill, almost elation: this was the decisive point! If it all works, he thought, Charlotte will see that Henry doesnt value her. That there is someone who loves her for real.
And now now he has only a cold refusal and the bitter realisation that the plan failed. Worsehe lost everything.
This isnt my mistake! he might argue with himself mentally, pacing the kitchen and barely noticing when he bumps a chair. Its them they dont see, they dont understand! Henry doesnt deserve her, and she blindly believes him!
He may stop at the table, gripping the edge of the worktop so hard his fingers turn white. Memories flash by: how for years he watched Henry and me. How he envied our ease, our way of laughing at small things, our warm glances exchanged without even noticing. It seemed to him he could give me the sameonly better, more sincere, stronger. And he chose the path he thought was the only one possible.
He might walk to the window. Outside, snowflakes swirl slowly, settling on the sill and bare tree branches. Everything looks so serene, so peaceful.
Why do they have everything and I have nothing?! the words may escape him aloud. Why did she end up with Henry! Im more deserving! Im better in every way!
He likely realises he lost not only me but a friendHenry, who was always there, always ready to help, always believed in him. Now that friendship is broken and cannot be mended. But instead of remorse he feels only a burning irritation, a mix of hurt and annoyance that sears from within.
The phone lies on the table, silent and strange. He knows he will not call me. He will not try to explain, justify or plead. That would be another defeat, another sign he could not get his way. But new thoughts are already formingbitter and sharp:
Let them live in their cosy little world. Let them think they won. But I know the truth: Henry doesnt value her the way I would. And one day Charlotte will understand. Perhaps too late
He may turn sharply from the window, notice a sheet of paper on the tablethe one on which he sketched the conversation plan the day before, noting the phrases Sophie should say and how best to build the dialogue. Without thinking he grabs it, tears it into small pieces, crumples them and throws them in the bin. This pitiful scrap reminds him of a grand failure.
Snow keeps falling outside, covering the world in white. He closes his eyes, trying to picture how right now I sit beside Henry, how we laugh, watch a film, drink tea. How warm and calm it is for us. How safe we feel in our small world with no room for lies and schemes.
And instead of a sincere wish for our happiness, instead of trying to accept what happened, only a stubborn thought grows in him:
This should have been with me. All of this should have been mine.This winter has been particularly striking, with snow blanketing the gardens and streets in a way that turns them into enchanting scenes from a storybook. The soft white flakes have swirled endlessly through the air, settling gently on rooftops and pavements, while the frost brings a crisp freshness and clarity to everything that I notice every time I glance outside.
In our flat, Henry and I have been wrapped in an entirely different feelingwarm and peaceful. Through the large window the snowy display unfolds, but indoors with the panes shut tight, everything feels snug and still. The desk lamp casts a gentle, low light that forms a circle of soft glow around itself, holding back the winter chill.
We settled on the sofa, tucked under a fluffy blanket. A family comedy played on the television, nothing with much weight to it, just something to laugh at and ease into. I watched closely, now and then letting a faint smile cross my face at thoughts that were only mine. Henry sat beside me, leaning back relaxed against the sofa, watching too, though his eyes drifted often to the snow drifting down outside. The sight was truly beautiful.
This calm was broken by a melodic ringHenrys phone. He didnt respond at once, seeming reluctant to interrupt our quiet evening together, but the ring came again. With a slight sigh he pulled the smartphone from his pocket, checked the screen and sighed once more.
Daniels calling again, he said to me. Third time this evening.
I turned my head slightly toward him but kept my eyes on the screen.
Probably asking us over to his cottage again, I replied calmly. He bought it and wants to celebrate. For some reason this man simply wont accept the word no.
Henry ran his finger over the screen to take the call.
Hi, Dan, he said, making his voice sound cheerful.
Henry! When are you coming over? his friends voice rang with excitement. I told youwere marking the purchase! Everythings ready: the hot tub is heated, the table is laid, the lads are gathering. Enough sitting at home, eh? Come with Charlotte, itll be a laugh!
Henry paused for a moment, thinking over his answer. He glanced at me, and at that exact moment I gave the smallest shake of my head. I said nothing, yet he understood my silent signal perfectly: noisy gatherings, loud music, endless talk and fussnone of that fitted our plans now. We both wanted to spend these days quietly in our own cosy corner, where we could take our time and answer to no one.
He waited a little before replying. An idea came to him and he used it at once.
Listen, he began quietly, theres this thing Charlotte has gone to stay with her mum for a couple of days. I dont want to go alone, you understand. Someone might say the wrong thing to her I dont want to argue with my wife over nothing. Well definitely get together sometime, but later.
A short silence followed on the other end, then Daniel answered with clear surprise.
Gone to her mums? Whens she back?
Tomorrow evening, Henry said with a touch of longing. She decided so suddenly And we had such big plans! We wanted to go to the cinema, walk in the park while the weather holds, maybe even stop at the ice rink. But it didnt work out. So lets do it another time, all right?
Daniel stayed quiet briefly, as if considering, then his voice took on a strangely satisfied note.
All right then But let me know when shes back. Id really like to see you both!
Of course, Henry agreed quickly. As soon as theres a chance, Ill tell you. Maybe next weekend? If plans dont change, that is.
He said goodbye, set the phone on the table between the chairs and exhaled with relief. A small grin appeared on his face without him trying.
Phew, I just about talked my way out of it, he muttered, turning to me. Whats with him being so insistent? I made it clear I didnt want to go to his cottage! What would we do there? Watch their drunk faces? Daniel doesnt know how to relax any other way! Never mind, lets forget it. I much prefer spending time just with you.
He put his arm around me, and I felt the tension of the last few minutes slowly leave. The flat stayed warm and quiet, snowflakes turned slowly outside the window, and our favourite film continued on the screenunhurried, cosy, nothing like the noisy evenings Henry disliked so much.
I nestled closer to Henry, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing. The room still held that comfortable air: the soft lamp light, the slow pace of the film on the screen, the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall. All of it created a sense of safety and calm that daily life so often lacks.
I feel the same, I said quietly, lifting my head a little to meet his eyes. Lets just watch the film and go to bed. Nothing else is needed.
Henry smiled and held me tighter by the shoulders. He was already imagining how in a couple of hours we would turn off the lights, pull a warm duvet over us and drift off to the distant sound of the wind outside. But our plans were interrupted by another ring. And, of all things, from the same person.
Henry frowned, shot a quick look at the screen and reluctantly reached for the phone. What now?
Dan, I already told you he started, trying to keep his voice calm, though tension was starting to show.
Henry, Daniels voice sounded unusually serious, even strained, Im at the Crystal Club right now, the lads and I decided to have some fun before heading to the hot tub. And then then I saw Charlotte. With some bloke. Theyre drinking, shes hugging him. I didnt want to get involved, but you need to know. She told you she went to her mums! So she clearly lied!
Henry froze. He looked at me in astonishment, then turned his gaze back to the screen, wondering whether his friend was joking.
What? Henry asked again, doubt clear in his voice. Are you sure? Maybe youve mixed her up with someone else? I can say for certain that I know exactly where my wife is!
Absolutely, Daniel replied firmly. There was no trace of doubt in his voice. Shes already drunk, laughing loudly. It all looks not very decent, to be honest. And shes not even bothered by my presence! She just brushes me off! Do you want me to hand her the phone?
Henry closed his eyes for a second, trying to collect his thoughts. Many questions spun in his head, but none had answers. What on earth was happening? How could his friend be so mistaken? Or was there something else going on?
Go ahead, he said shortly, switching to speakerphone. He was even curious to hear exactly what would come next.
From the speaker came the muffled bass of club music mixed with bursts of laughter and unclear voices. Then through the noise a womans voice broke throughso like mine that Henrys heart gave a jolt.
Hello? Whos this? it came with a slight pause, as if the person on the other end hadnt immediately realised they were answering.
Henry swallowed, trying to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. He looked at me sitting beside him with eyes wide, clearly not understanding a thing.
Charlotte? he said, working to keep his voice steady. Its Henry. Whats going on?
A short giggle answered, then the same voice, now bolder with a slight huskiness, said:
Oh, Henry, youre such a bore! I want to have fun, you know? Im tired of your dull life. Im going to let loose while I can!
I stood up sharply from the sofa, my face pale. I pressed my hand to my chest as if to steady my quickening heartbeat and whispered almost soundlessly:
What nonsense! How could he have mistaken me for someone else? And how does she even know your name? What is going on here?
And where are you?
Whats it to you? the voice in the speaker shot back with a challenging tone. Even if Im your wife, I dont have to report to you. And I do what I want!
Laughter and clinking glasses sounded again in the background, then Daniel cut in:
Henry, did you hear? I told you
Henry interrupted him sharply, feeling anger, confusion and a strange, almost childish urge to look away and not face any of it.
Stop, he said firmly, though a tremor still ran through his voice. Ill deal with this tomorrow. Dont call again.
He hung up quickly, tossed the phone further onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling in complete bewilderment. If I hadnt been sitting right there he really could have believed it.
I sank back onto the sofa and stared at him in confusion. That girls voice really did sound like mine! But that wasnt the main thing now. The main thing was how she knew the details to play the part so well. She had clearly been told what to do.
Well, this is something, I whispered, my voice a bit strained. Who was that? What kind of circus is this?
Henry shook his head, running his hand through his hair and messing it up even more. He had no answeronly suspicions. Very unpleasant ones.
I have no idea, he replied, looking off to the side as if hoping to find some answer there. But the voice its identical. Even the tone, the laugheverything matched. This cant be a simple coincidence.
And Daniel was so sure it was me, I said with a slight tremble. Imagine if I really wasnt at home. You would have thought I was there at the club with some man.
Henry turned to me, his gaze softening. He reached out, gently put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. My body trembled a little, and he seemed to feel how important it was to be near now, to give me a sense of steadiness.
I would have suspected something anyway, he said with certainty. You wouldnt do that! I know you. I know how you feel about such things. This is all some ridiculous mistake, a joke, I dont know. But Ill sort it out! If I have to, Ill go to the club and ask to see the cameras. Well find out who that girl really was.
I pressed against him, feeling the tight cold gradually leave and warmth take its placenot only physical but deeper too. I drew a long breath, trying to steady myself.
Yes, I agreed, lifting my head a little. Its definitely not me. But who is it then? And why?
Henry shrugged, yet the confusion in his eyes had gone, replaced by a quiet resolve to get to the bottom of this odd story. He squeezed my hand tighter, as if to say we were together and would handle whatever came.
The next day, closer to midday, I sat in the kitchen drinking tea and checking work emails on my laptop. The quiet was broken by a ringDaniels name on the screen. I hesitated before answering; after last night it wasnt easy to prepare for a talk with him. But curiosity wonI wanted to understand what he would say.
Hi, Daniel began cautiously, as if stepping carefully. Did you speak to Henry after yesterday?
I held the phone tightly. I decided to use the moment to get to the truthfind out exactly what he had seen and why he had been so certain about me the night before. After a short pause, choosing my words, I replied:
Yes. We had a row. He accused me of something unclear and didnt want to listen to explanations. He says Im lying to him.
Silence hung for a second. I heard Daniel exhale loudly, then a note of satisfaction slipped into his voicefaint but clear.
Is that so, he said slowly. Well, you know Ive always said Henry doesnt value you. He never understood what youre really like.
Everything inside me began to boil, yet I forced myself to speak evenly. I needed to hear him out fully, to see where he was going.
What do you mean? I asked, keeping my voice level.
Daniel spoke more quietly, almost in a whisper, and that deliberate closeness in his tone felt unsettling.
That you deserve more! Charlotte, Ive wanted to tell you for a long time I love you. Truly. And Im ready to take care of you. If you want to leave HenryIll be there. Always.
I stayed silent, trying to take in what Id heard. Thoughts raced: how long had he been thinking this? Why say it now, after this whole absurd business? Or had he arranged it all, knowing I was supposedly not at home
I breathed deeply, gathered myself and answered calmly but firmly.
Daniel, this is very unexpected. And honestly, not appropriate. I love Henry, and well sort out what happened. Theres no need to interfere.
Sorry if I said too much, he finally replied, and the earlier confidence had left his voice. I just wanted you to know you have someone to turn to. Henry acted badly, blaming you for everything. I heard something from him It seems he just wants to leave you and is looking for an excuse! I just want you to be safe!
I gripped the phone so hard my fingers went pale. I took a deep breath, trying to stay composed and not let emotions take over. The last thing I needed was to lose control and shout at this so-called friend.
You know, Daniel, my voice turned cold and steady, without a single waver, first of all, I was at home yesterday. Second, Henry and I didnt argue. And third, I know perfectly well that you set this up. I just didnt understand why. Now its all clear.
A pause followed on the line. I could almost feel Daniel scrambling for words, desperately looking for a way to dodge the question or change the subject.
What? he finally got out, bewilderment in his voice. But a second later he steadied himself and spoke more firmly. What are you talking about?
Exactly that. You found a girl whose voice is like mine. You asked her to stage this actcall, speak in my voice, pretend I was at the club with some man. Because you wanted to cause a fight between us. Admit it, isnt that right?
Silence fell again. I waited without rushing, knowing the moment would decide everythingeither he would keep lying or tell the truth.
Finally Daniel let out a sharp breath. His voice cracked, grew louder, almost desperate.
Yes, I set it up! Because I love you, Charlotte! Because I see how Henry treats you. Because I want you to be happywith me!
I closed my eyes for a second. A wave of bitterness rose, but I held it back and kept it from showing in my voice.
Happy? I laughed bitterly, though it came out dry and without any real amusement. What made you think Id be happy with you? Who do you think you are anyway? Just an ordinary man who changes women like gloves. Even if you were the only person in the world, I wouldnt give you a second look, understand?
Daniel stayed silent for a moment, as if collecting himself, then spoke quietly, almost whispering, as though he hardly believed his own words.
I thought I thought if you argued youd see he doesnt deserve you. That youd notice me! Im so much better than Henry! And about the women I was just trying to forget you! But no one compares to you! Id carry you on my hands, spoil you, adore you Just choose me!
Anger began to rise in mecold and solid, not hot or sudden. I gripped the phone, yet my voice stayed even and almost flat.
You? Seriously? Never! You betrayed a friendship, betrayed trust. And for what? For your illusions?
I spoke calmly, but every word landed like a final judgmentclear, without hesitation. There was no anger or hysteria in my tone, only a firm belief that I was right.
Charlotte, Im sorry Daniels voice trembled. The push and self-assurance were goneonly confusion and regret remained.
But I had already decided. I wasnt going to give him any chance to justify or explain.
No, Daniel. There will be no forgiveness. And no friendship either. Dont call me again. Ever! And forget Henrys number tooIll make sure he hears the recording of this lovely conversation!
I ended the call and slowly set the phone on the table. My fingers shook a little, but I steadied myself, drew a deep breath and looked out the window. Snow still fell quietly outside the glass, as if nothing had happened.
At that moment Henry came into the room. He noticed my serious face straight away and grew concerned.
Well? he asked, stopping in the doorway. Worry showed in his voice, yet he tried to speak calmly.
I turned to him with a bitter smile.
Its all clear now, I sighed. He set everything up. He admitted he loves me and wanted us to argue. He was offering me the world! Can you imagine? How low
Henry sat beside me on the sofa and carefully took my hand. His fingers squeezed my palm firmly, so I would feel the support. In that simple touch was everything he wanted to say: Im here, Im with you, and what you feel matters.
So he was never a true friend, Henry said quietly. Forget about him! We dont need to waste our nerves thinking about what happened. To be honest, Id noticed the warning signs a while ago, but I had no real proof. I was afraid it was just my imagination running wild. But now everything has fallen into place.
Yes, I agreed, moving closer and pressing my shoulder to his. But at least now we know the truth. And we know who we can trust.
My voice stayed steady, without any break. No resentment or bitterness remainedonly a quiet relief that everything had finally been cleared up. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in the familiar comforting scent of home: warm wood, freshly brewed tea, and the faint trace of my favourite perfume.
You know, I suddenly smiled, sparks in my eyes, this might even be for the best. Now we have a solid reason not to go to all those parties. You wont be falling out with other friends because of him, will you? This way we can simply say theres someone at the event I find unpleasant.
I said it lightly, almost playfully, yet the words held truth. There was no longer any need for polite excuses, weighing whether to go or worrying that refusing might upset someone. Now it was simple: there was us, our cosy world, and everything elsewhich no longer mattered.
Henry laughed genuinely, without any trace of the tension that had lingered earlier.
Exactly. Well watch films and drink tea, he agreed, tilting his head to meet my gaze.
And not go out anywhere, I added with a slight smirk, pulling the edge of the blanket toward me and wrapping myself in it like a cocoon of safety and comfort.
Perfect, he nodded, holding me tighter.
So, amid the snowflakes slowly circling outside the window and the soft warm light of the desk lamp, our small world felt whole and secure again. In this room filled with quiet sounds and familiar smells there was no room for lies, doubts or other peoples games. Here there were only ustwo people who knew that the most important thing was already ours: trust, warmth and the certainty that tomorrow would be just as calm and cosy a day as this one.
As I finish this entry my thoughts turn to Daniel. I wonder if he is sitting in his kitchen right now in complete silence, staring at an empty cup with tea that went cold long ago. He probably does not even remember when he took the last sipall his attention consumed by the words that keep echoing: Dont call me. Never. Instead of remorse or any sense of guilt that might tell him he did wrong, a dull heavy anger is likely swelling in his chest. It presses on his ribs, makes steady breathing hard, forces him to clench his fists until his nails bite into his palms.
Why did everything go so wrong?! he may have shouted, sweeping his hand across the table and brushing away crumbs from a biscuit he had been nibbling while thinking.
Scenes from last night keep replaying in his mind. How he entered the club, having arranged everything beforehand with Sophiethe girl he met a couple of weeks ago in a café. She caught his eye at once: the same features, similar hairstyle, even her voice sounded almost like mine. When he told her his plan she simply smiled and nodded: Easy. I love games like this. He probably recalls standing to one side, watching as she spoke on the phone pretending to be a drunk, loose version of me. She laughed, deliberately stretched her words, threw out sharp remarkseverything exactly as he had instructed. At that moment he felt a thrill, almost elation: this was the decisive point! If it all works, he thought, Charlotte will see that Henry doesnt value her. That there is someone who loves her for real.
And now now he has only a cold refusal and the bitter realisation that the plan failed. Worsehe lost everything.
This isnt my mistake! he might argue with himself mentally, pacing the kitchen and barely noticing when he bumps a chair. Its them they dont see, they dont understand! Henry doesnt deserve her, and she blindly believes him!
He may stop at the table, gripping the edge of the worktop so hard his fingers turn white. Memories flash by: how for years he watched Henry and me. How he envied our ease, our way of laughing at small things, our warm glances exchanged without even noticing. It seemed to him he could give me the sameonly better, more sincere, stronger. And he chose the path he thought was the only one possible.
He might walk to the window. Outside, snowflakes swirl slowly, settling on the sill and bare tree branches. Everything looks so serene, so peaceful.
Why do they have everything and I have nothing?! the words may escape him aloud. Why did she end up with Henry! Im more deserving! Im better in every way!
He likely realises he lost not only me but a friendHenry, who was always there, always ready to help, always believed in him. Now that friendship is broken and cannot be mended. But instead of remorse he feels only a burning irritation, a mix of hurt and annoyance that sears from within.
The phone lies on the table, silent and strange. He knows he will not call me. He will not try to explain, justify or plead. That would be another defeat, another sign he could not get his way. But new thoughts are already formingbitter and sharp:
Let them live in their cosy little world. Let them think they won. But I know the truth: Henry doesnt value her the way I would. And one day Charlotte will understand. Perhaps too late
He may turn sharply from the window, notice a sheet of paper on the tablethe one on which he sketched the conversation plan the day before, noting the phrases Sophie should say and how best to build the dialogue. Without thinking he grabs it, tears it into small pieces, crumples them and throws them in the bin. This pitiful scrap reminds him of a grand failure.
Snow keeps falling outside, covering the world in white. He closes his eyes, trying to picture how right now I sit beside Henry, how we laugh, watch a film, drink tea. How warm and calm it is for us. How safe we feel in our small world with no room for lies and schemes.
And instead of a sincere wish for our happiness, instead of trying to accept what happened, only a stubborn thought grows in him:
This should have been with me. All of this should have been mine.
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