Bad moon rising part four

After that phone call I sat for an interminable amount of time in a daze, just staring off into space. I was racking my brain, searching for any other clues the my wife was having an affair. I could think of none.

After what seemed a like a lifetime I rang my best friend and relayed to him what had passed. I sought his counsel as to what to do next. He suggested I do what the voice had told me and simply ask my wife out right when she got home. I realised it was that or say nothing, pretend it had never happened. I hadn’t made that phone call, I hadn’t heard that horrible voice, it hadn’t spoke as it had, it was all just a figment of my overactive, fertile imagination. And yet……

The voice was still ringing in my ears and cut through me to the bone. It rocked my world on its axis. I loved my wife and she loved me. We had three lovely children and a good life. This other thing was indeed a madness. I began to doubt myself. I even had another look at the telephone bill, the demand for three hundred pounds, the list on page ten showing multiple calls to that number. What else could it add up to ? I so wanted to not believe it. I had the choice to accept my wife was somehow having an extra marital affair behind my back and say nothing, just try to let her get on with it and learn to live with it. I suppose that would have been the easiest in many ways. However, I didn’t think that I could live…