Chapter 91 - If You Don't Love Me - Lie To Me

With the note in her hand, she walks into the bedroom where Jon is packing his bags.  "What's this?" 

He stops what he's doing and looks up.  "I don't know, what is it?"  He reaches out his hand and takes the letter from Monica.  He reads it and says, "I have no idea what this is or who it's from."

"It was just on the windshield of my car." Monica tells him, with a little bit of shakiness in her voice.  "You were with some girl the other night, Jon."

"No I wasn't."

"How do you know?  You yourself said that you don't remember anything."  She sits on the bed, wringing her hands.  "Why would you talk about Dorothea?"

"I didn't talk about Dorothea." he states and he firmly states it.  "Monica, this is bullshit.  No one tried to kiss me and no one tried to get in my pants, that I would remember."

"Why would someone do this?" she wonders.  Jon sits next to her and leans in, she looks at him and asks again, "Why?"

"This is mild compared to what we could get." he tries to defend it, in someway.

"Whoever wrote this knew you weren't home and that I wasn't with you."

"Babe, many people knew that.  It wasn't top secret."

"Read it again.  Try to remember, Jon.  This isn't a joke, it can't be."

He stands up, feeling like he's being accused of something, "Look, nothing happened with anyone.  The word Dorothea never came out of my mouth, why would it have?"

"You tell me."

"MONICA, NOTHING HAPPENED!!' He shouted at her, startling her.  He's never raised his voice to her before and she doesn't like it very much.  But neither does he.


"Don't yell at me, Jon."

"Babe, nothing happened, I swear." 

Monica, still sitting on the bed, watches him as he gets animated.  She watches him get passionate about what he knows as the truth.  "Jon, how can you say that?  You don't remember."

"I would remember something like that.  Come on, do you really think that any of this happened?"

Monica shakes her head, "I don't know what to think. I never thought you would not come home, and not call." 

"Are we really going to do this now?" Jon asks her, knowing that tonight could go one of two ways.  He's going to try to get it to go the way he wants it.  "We have better things to spend our time on."

"Jon, please don't dismiss this.  This is serious." 

Jon sits next to her on the bed and rips the note into pieces, tossing it on the floor he says, "It's only serious if it's true, and it's not.  I was with no one last night and like I said, Dorothea's name hasn't come out of my mouth in a very long time."

"Then who knew you were gone and I wasn't with you?" 

"I don't know."

"If you're not happy with me Jon, please just tell me." Monica pleads, feeling like she's in the dark and being made fool of.  "Don't drag it out."

He's on his feet, both hands are going through his hair, "God damn it Monica, nothing happened.  I don't know who knows that I was alone.  I have no idea who left this on your car and I don't know who wrote it."

"Don't yell at me." she screams as she stands and walks to him, "How would you feel if this was reversed?"

He gives up, defeated and deflated he admits, "I would be just as pissed and worried, but I trust you.  I trust what you tell me is the truth.  If you said nothing happened, then nothing happened."

Monica stands before him, with a tear rolling down her cheek, "What hurts the most is the thought that I was here, going through my own private hell last night packing up the nursery and you were possibly being groped by another woman." she drops her head and cries into her hands.  Jon grabs her and pulls her into him and he holds he tight.

Kissing the top of her head, "Monica, nothing went on with anyone last night,  I swear to you."  his hand is gently stroking her hair, "Nothing with no one."

 

"I believe you.  I do." she looks up at him and kisses his chin, "I get so crazy sometimes, being your wife isn't easy."

"It isn't?"

"No.  Have you seen some of the women that attend your shows?" she asks him, sliding her hands around his waist, lacing her fingers.  "Some are knock outs."

"None of them compare to you."

She gives him a half ass laugh and says, "Seriously, look one night,"

"I see who's out there and I can tell you that not ONE stands out and not one comes to mind."

They talk it out as they finish packing for the tour.  Jon keeps an eye on her and makes sure that she's okay, that she's not pretending to be okay.  They come to the conclusion that it was either Liz that did it, or it could have been Dorothea or a friend of hers.  They agreed that they wouldn't give it anymore brain space and put it behind them.