Angela searched my face for confirmation, and I shifted my eyes in the direction of the front of the house.
“GO.” I commanded.
She glared and stomped out of the house; her heels clicked loudly on our floors. I took a deep breath after the front door slammed shut and turned back to face my wife. She was watching me with the same beautiful green eyes that had always glowed with love and adoration, but they were missing their usual spark.
“You know the worst part?” She spoke quietly. I swallowed hard as her eyes started to glisten.
“My family was worried about you… we were worried about YOU while we were burying one of the most wonderful women I had ever known… and you were burying your dick inside another woman.” A manic laugh bubbled out of her at the same time tears started pouring from her eyes.
She looked absolutely deranged. I couldn’t tell if I should be more worried about a mental breakdown or whatever illness she had.
“Baby…” I pleaded and reached for her.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” She hiccupped. “I want you to pack a bag and get OUT.”
“No, we need to talk. I can fix this.” Panic started to build up inside of me.
“There’s NOTHING you can do to fix this…” Melanie screamed. I flinched back as her rage echoed through the empty house. “Tell me one thing… Was she in my fucking bed?”
“No!”
Truth.
Thank God, we hadn’t made it upstairs.
I was already in the hot tub when the back door slid open, and she stepped out of my house.
Angela had followed me home, without invitation, from work this evening and had surprised me by just walking in to my home... like she had been here a million times before.
She hadn’t.
The other times we had hooked up these past few weeks had been at the office, and a few times I snuck off to Angela’s apartment. The last time was when I was supposed to be golfing.
HR is going to have a field day with this.
My wife was slowly rising to her feet. She looked pale, and I was genuinely worried she would fall down.
“Please let me help you?” I begged.
“No.” She glared at me and started clapping her hands together. “Go. Pack. A. Bag.Benji.”
Melanie and I had fought plenty of times over the years. I was not a stranger to pissing off my wife, and while she was usually submissive to my desires, she was not lacking in the backbone department when she got her panties in a twist about something.
I had never heard her speak to anyone with so much disgust and rage. I had no idea how to talk to the woman before me.
“I don’t want to…” I whispered.
“I no longer care what you want.”
There had to be magic words that would make this all go away, but for once, my brain was blank.
“Where would I go?” I choked out—a final desperate attempt to guilt her into letting me stay.
“I’d recommend asking your girlfriend that question because if you don’t leave my recommendation will be the morgue.” She shrugged.
I felt my jaw drop.
Did she just threaten me?
