09/25/2025
Sir, would you pretend to be my husband… just for one day?” the white woman whispered to the black man, leading to an unexpected ending. “Sir, can you pretend to be my husband… just for one day?” the white woman whispered to the Black man at the crowded café.
Derrick Carter, a thirty-eight-year-old high school history teacher from Atlanta, nearly choked on his coffee. He’d just been correcting papers while waiting for his order when the stranger appeared at his table. Her blonde hair was pinned hastily, her breathing quick, her hands trembling as she clutched a leather handbag.
“I’m sorry?” Derrick asked, lowering his glasses.
“My name’s Emily Lawson,” she said quickly, glancing nervously toward the glass windows. “Please—don’t think I’m crazy. I just need you to play along for a little while. My father is outside. He doesn’t know I filed for divorce, and he’ll never accept that I left my husband. If he sees me alone, he’ll drag me back to Ohio.”
Derrick’s brow furrowed. He had no reason to get involved. This was none of his business. He’d been through enough messy relationships himself, and the last thing he needed was to be caught in someone else’s drama.
But the desperation in her eyes unsettled him. Emily looked like someone running out of options.
Before he could respond, a tall older man in a dark overcoat entered the café. His presence was commanding, his eyes scanning the room with suspicion. Emily’s grip tightened on Derrick’s arm. “Please,” she whispered.
Something about the way she said it—pleading but dignified—made Derrick nod before he could stop himself.
Emily straightened, forcing a smile. “Dad,” she called, “you remember Derrick, don’t you? My husband.”
The man’s eyes froze on Derrick. The silence in the café thickened as though everyone else had disappeared. Derrick stood, extended his hand with practiced calm, and said, “Sir. Good to finally meet you.”
The father’s grip was cold, testing, and his stare sliced through Derrick as if measuring whether he was worthy—or a fraud. And as her father’s cold eyes locked onto mine, I realized this wasn’t just a simple favor—this was the beginning of something that could change both of our lives forever...Read more in Comment or Most relevant -> All comments 👇
