I tell her not to believe a word, that it's been going on for over nine months, and that I spent the last 15 minutes recording all the details they were willing to share. I tell her I'm going to text her my number, and she should send me her email, and I'll send her the video.
I give him the phone, and I hear her tell him when he gets home, there will be a bag packed outside, and if he tries to come in the house, she'll call the police, and hangs up.
I toss him his clothes, and he leaves after he's dressed.
Now it's just me and my wife. She looks at me and starts to cry, saying she is so sorry, never meant to hurt me, can I forgive her, it didn't mean anything—all the usual cheater's BS.
I look at her, tell her to pack a bag and get the hell out of my house.
I go downstairs and pour a drink. I'm sitting on the couch when she comes downstairs. She starts towards me, and I say, "Just stop."
She asks if we can talk about this, and I tell her, "Maybe. Just maybe, but not now." I tell her it's going to be really hard to not look for a divorce lawyer, and she starts crying again.
She looks at me, and I know an "I love you" is coming.
I say, "Don't you dare say that right now, cause I don't think I will ever believe it anymore."
More crying as she turns and walks out the door. Seeing her crying, walking out the door—my entire life leaving—I break down and fall on the floor shaking, sobbing uncontrollably.