What was supposed to be a big celebration turned out to be a traumatizing event for Daisy. He was the one for her. She had known it two weeks after meeting him. He was funny, loving and hardworking- a quality that matched her levels of ambition. John was turning 30, and she was determined to make it his best birthday yet.
“Are you guys ready? The birthday boy will be here in 20 minutes,” Daisy told the mutual friends she gathered for the surprise birthday dinner.
They had been together for three years. Each year they went out, but John had insisted that he wanted a quiet birthday. He wanted to go on a solo trip to reflect on his life, or at least that’s what he had told Daisy.
On the other hand, Daisy planned the surprise dinner for about six weeks. She had saved up, chosen a theme, a venue and sworn their friends to secrecy as she invited them to the occasion.
To get John to the location, she had feigned that she would be having a meeting with a client, but she wanted to give John his present before he left for his trip. So, she requested him to pass by and get the gift. Daisy thought the plan was working out when John picked up her call and informed her that he was on the way. But that was Daisy’s thinking.
After four years of working on his business, John was finally coming into money. He thought he could stand among men because he something tangible. Like many young men in the city, he had dreamt of painting the town red in a Subaru with a beautiful woman riding shotgun. He loved Daisy, but he wanted something more thrilling, especially on his birthday.
Victoria checked all the beauty boxes. She was undeniably a ten, and John loved the envy in other men’s faces when they saw him with her. The birthday plan was to go out of town with Victoria. So, he lied to Daisy, but he wouldn’t leave without getting his gift. He decided he would drop Victoria at supermarket to do some shopping for the road trip while he finished up with Daisy. Two birds, one stone because a man can sometimes have it all.
Back at the dinner venue, Daisy’s friends wondered what was taking him so long. It had been about an hour since the call. Daisy tried calling once, but he didn’t pick up, so she texted him. When there was no reply, she decided to go to the washroom to calm her nerves and left her phone with a friend. That’s when the call came.
“Albo, John is calling and Daisy is still in the washroom, will you pick it up? He’s probably arrived,” Nancy said.
“If I pick it then he’ll know what we’re planning, I’ll call him instead,” Albert responded.
Albert called John using his line, and someone picked.
“Hello” said someone on John’s end.
“Hello, who’s this? Where is John?” Albert asked in confusion.
“I’m sorry there has been an accident…”
There was a ringing sound in Albert’s head. It took him a minute to come to it.
“I’m so sorry but neither the gentleman nor the woman survived,” said the voice on the other end before proceeding to answer the questions on location and related details.
Daisy got back from the washroom to hear Albert tell everyone. They decided to go and confirm that it was John, part of them hoping that there had been a mistake. After two days of crying and wailing, Daisy finally got a moment to think about the events of that day.
In the evening after the burial preparations meeting, she causally asked Albert, who was a good friend to John.
“Albert, who was that with John in the car that day?”
Albert almost choked on his tea, and to avoid the question, he decided to continue coughing. Someone else joined them, so he was able to change the topic. When Albert told their male friends about Daisy’s question, they began to avoid one-on-one conversations with her.
John’s male friends tried to look busy every time Daisy was around for the next two days. Daisy sensed something was wrong. At first, when the news came out that John had been in the company of a lady, she hadn’t been suspicious, but the reaction of John’s friends made her suspect there was more to the story.
Finally, Daisy managed to corner Albert and force the truth out of him.
“Albert please tell me the truth. Was John having an affair with the woman he died with?”
“Daisy, you’re putting me in a tough position. You know John was like a brother to me.”
“Albert, Albo, the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with is dead. I need to know the truth,” Daisy pleaded in despair.
“John loved you very much; she was nothing serious,” Albert said, desperate to walk away from this conversation.
Daisy screamed as she sat on the ground in tears. She held her chest as she felt her heart break into pieces. The man she was mourning had been betraying her. She couldn’t tell if she was crying in grief or anger.
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