"Zero, fifty, or one hundred Sharon, What is it going to be?"
The question hung in the air for almost a minute. It looked like my wife was trying not to vomit when she looked up at me.
"Bob, I am SO sorry about everything and I desperately need to talk to you. In answer to your question though. Do you want to drive or do you want me to?"
Well that was unexpected. I really didn't think she would walk out on us to lover boy. I thought for sure she would sit here all night trying to make excuses for her behavior. Bringing me to see her asshole really did win her some points. She was still in the red though.
I picked up my keys and followed her out to my car. I opened the door for her out of force of habit and she almost started to cry.
As I was pulling out of the driveway she looked over at me.
"I really fucked us up didn't I?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yes Sharon, you really did." I replied, keeping my eyes on the road.
"What can I do to fix it?" She asked.
I thought for a bit. I had a couple plans I was formulating.
"Well first thing, complete honesty from here on out. I shouldn't have to say this but apparently you think it is ok to not mention things I should know or out and out lie to me. Along with that you are going to have to find way to make me believe what you are saying. I don't know how you plan to do that but frankly, I am not the one who ruined our trust."
"Another thing I don't feel I should have to mention but am going to. He is dead to you. If we stay together, you do not talk to him during work. You do not ask him how his day is going. If he shows up at a bar you are at, you leave. If you cannot leave you call me immediately. You do not accept drinks or gifts from him no matter what he says. He receives NO interaction from you."
"Next thing. When we get back from tonight you are going to tell me everything. Even stuff you don't think I want to hear. I understand that I have been consumed by this project so I will take some blame. If you have hard feelings for me then let me know."
"And the last thing for now. Plan on making time for marriage counseling sessions. If you want to pick the counselor feel free to do so. Maybe Ron can suggest someone. This is contingent upon certain information however." As I finished talking her phone beeped that she had a text.
She looked down and got even more pale.
"It's him, he is wondering where I am." she said softly.
I held out my hand for her phone. Wordlessly she passed it to me. I scrolled back through her texts. There were a couple new ones from earlier today.
Him:
Hey! I got a room with a jacuzzi, maybe after dinner can relax. bring your bikini :)
Her:
You are not going to be able to get me drunk enough to get into a hot tub with you. I am not bringing a bikini.
Him:
We will have to see. You know how you get when you are drunk:) maybe you won't need a bikini ;)
And then just now
Him:
Where u at? I got a glass of wine waiting for u.
I texted back.
Running a little late. I got a surprise for you.
Him:
Ooh you brought your bikini!! excellent!
I handed the phone back to my wife. She read the texts and just hung her head.
"You know he is not helping your cause right? Just the texts from today make it sound like you are going to hook up with him tonight. How bad will it look if I scroll back farther?" I said. Of course I knew exactly how bad it looked.
"I guess I should ask. Do you think that your text messages today were inappropriate flirting? Can you see how these exchanges have killed all the trust I have in you?"
I heard her sob.
"Bob I swear I only planned on having dinner tonight. I never planned to sleep with him."
I couldn't help it. I looked at her like she was a moron.
"Did you plan on giving him your panties after getting wasted and bumping and grinding with him a few weeks ago?"
I didn't think it was possible for her to get any more pale. I was wrong.
"Sharon we are almost there. you should probably do something with your makeup and think about what you are going to say to Luke. Oh and don't drink the wine."
She pulled the visor down and got a tissue from the glove box. She started pulling herself together and stopped sobbing. As she started putting on her mascara she asked in a more normal tone of voice.
"Bob, I can see why you think Luke was playing me. Hearing you talk about it makes me think he was. But Bob, how could I have not seen it? I know my recent decisions don't show it but I am not a dumb little girl. I have fended off better looking and more sophisticated guys than Luke. So why did he get to me?"
"That right there is one of the reasons I have a tough time believing anything you say Sharon. You are a beautiful, intelligent woman who should be able to see this shit for what it is. That is why I HAVE to wonder if you are going along with it willingly." I replied.
"Suck! Add to that the fact that I got slutty at a bar with this guy and lied to you about going to dinner with him tonight. No wonder you are so angry and hurt." her color looked to be coming back and her voice got a little stronger.
"Ok I screwed this up and now I have to find a way to fix it. Thank you for giving me a chance." She went to give me a kiss but I turned my head at the last minute and let it land on my cheek. I am still not over this, not by a long shot.
She looked at me almost in shock. We are normally pretty affectionate, I hope we can get back to that.
"What do you want me to say to him?" she asked me as we turned into the parking lot of the restaurant.
I found a parking spot and killed the engine after pulling in. I looked over at her and let some of my anger boil over.
"What do I want you to say? Sharon our relationship is on life support here because of your actions with this fuck face. The two of you have destroyed a central pillar of our marriage. Our daughter could be spending Thanksgiving with you and Christmas with me. I want this fact to sink in. Then tell him whatever the hell you want."
She sat there quietly for a minute then drew in a shuddering breath and opened the car door. As we walked up to the restaurant portion of the hotel she made a move as if to grab my arm. I didn't pull away but neither did I welcome her touch.We walked in.
There was a pretty auburn haired girl standing behind a small kiosk.
"Welcome to T.G.I. Friday's! Are there two in your party?" she asked.
I was about to respond when my wife spoke up.
"We are are supposed to meet someone here. They have already been seated." she said, very business like.
"Oh, Okay feel free to look around." the hostess replied.
I didn't know what the guy looked like so I followed my wife's lead. She elbowed me gently and nodded to the back of the restaurant. There was a man sitting at the back of the restaurant, close to the door entering the hotel. It looked like he was doing something with his phone.
She walked with a determined step toward the table. She stopped and didn't bother sitting down. He looked up and saw her and gave a big grin. It took him a second to realize that she was with the guy behind her. When he noticed me his grin slipped and his eyes narrowed a bit.
"Luke this is my husband Robert Morgen. He has concerns about our relationship and after talking to him I have to agree. For the first time in our marriage I have given my husband reason to doubt my fidelity. I will be working hard to repair the breach of trust I caused by my relationship with you. From this point on I want nothing to do you. You have no reason to call me, text me, or otherwise try to communicate with me. I acknowledge my part in letting our relationship get to this point. Now I choose to end it. My husband knows about my reprehensible actions at the Red Horse Saloon. I will be doing everything I can to save my relationship with my husband, including informing HR first thing tomorrow about the entire situation. I will tell them that any attempt to talk to me about anything not directly related to our work will be considered unwanted attention. Now I am going to sit at the bar while my husband has a chat with you." AS she turned away she planted a huge kiss right on me before I could react. She looked into my eyes for a second.
"I am so sorry" she whispered.
I couldn't help but check out her ass as she walked over to the bar. That went better than I expected.