"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."