Bad moon rising part five

The atmosphere in the kitchen was at boiling point, as indeed was the kettle.I was so full of rage at the audacity of the animal. To have an affair with my wife was one thing, to insultingly mock me about it was quite beyond the pale.

“ That number belongs to my boss “ she replied with some indignance, as if I had no right to ask such a question.

“ Really, and what sort of a person is your boss ? “ I asked.

“ He’s very nice since you ask.” she said calmly.

I could hold it in no longer, my anger at being spoken to in the way her boss had spoken to me was an affront. I could palpably feel the torment rising from deep within my bowels.

“ Well then perhaps you’d care to explain why he wasn’t very nice to me this afternoon.” I snarled.

She counter-attacked with “ Oh my god, please don’t tell me you called him on the phone ! I could get the sack.” She moaned.

This wouldn’t be the first time she tried to put me on a guilt trip about her guilty little secret, if indeed there was a guilty secret. Still half my brain was half trying very hard to convince me that this was all a big misunderstanding. And yet, way, way at the back of my mind some little alarm bells began to tinkle. Like the night not too long ago when she seemed determined that I should go and visit a friend…