She came home to me that night like nothing happened. She swears that it was killing her and she wanted to tell me, but didn't know how. Again, I call BS. If it was killing you, it would not have been so easy to keep it going.
They even went to a week-long convention for work that I used to go with her to; she told me company policy changed and spouses couldn't go anymore.
I put my phone away in more silence. Then an idea hits me. I look through his clothes for his phone and ask him for the passcode. He actually gives it to me, so I start going through his phone.
I find some pictures of a woman I assume is his wife and ask her name. "Carol." She's very pretty, but not as pretty as my wife. I tell him more pictures of kids—find out he has three—and finally a family picture of all of them.
I hold up the phone and say, "A beautiful family. Why did you throw it all away for a tumble with my wife?"
His reply: "What do you mean, throw it all away?"
Me: "You really think Carol isn't going to find out?"
Him: "How is she going to find out?"
Me: "I'm going to call her right now."
He stands up and says, "No, you can't!"