After we had cleared the table, I asked my wife, Nancy, to sit with me for a sec, we need to talk.
"Ok, what is it?" she asked.
"Are you leaving me?" I asked.
"What? No, why would you even ask that" she responded, alarmed.
"Well, because I know there is no conference this weekend, I know you and Jason are just headed to Orlando to shack up for the weekend."
Her eyes grew big, and her face took on a lighter shade of pale.
"No, it is seminar on real estate sales techniques, I told you that" she insisted.
"Real Estate folks don't do classes on weekends, weekends are for showing homes. And a few phone calls confirmed that there was no conference." I said in a calm voice.
"No, really, it's a private course" she protested.
"Look, let's not waste time, are you leaving me?"
"No, George, I am not leaving you, I love you. Please, stop this nonsense, everything is okay," she said, her voice a little stronger.
"So, does that mean you're not going this weekend?" I persisted.
"No, I have to go, it's part of my job."
"Okay, got it. You will have this tryst with Jason, but you're not leaving me. I'm expected to stay home alone while you go fuck your lover. Sorry, my dear, but that doesn't work for me."
Then I quickly added, "I'm kicking you out. You can stay until the house sells, then you are out. I'll stay elsewhere until then."
"George, there is nothing going on, I swear."
"I've seen your texts. You really should have changed your phone's password. Do you want to see, I have printed them off?"
Her face went completely white. "Okay, okay, damn it, you are right. Jason and I are planning a fling, but we are not ending our marriages, it's just something physical, something we have to get out our systems. It will burn out soon, a few months probably."
I added "I called Jason's wife today about your affair. They are having this same conversation right now."