The first question I asked myself was simple: What the hell are they doing? The second one was vulgar but more realistic: What fucking game are they up to? The third question was obvious: Are they really having an affair behind my back? I was furious. Rage boiled within me and fire was building in my stomach. I started to shake, feeling faint and ready to fall unconscious to the floor.
I held my ground, though. There was no reason to lose my senses and pass out. God Himself had given me the strength to manage my temper, and that’s exactly what I would do. Pushing my shock down and regaining my composure, I put my palms on my hips and cleared my throat, getting their attention, and asked through gritted teeth, “What the fuck is going on in here between the two of you?”19: Cheaters
Main House
Kitchen
June 12, 20—
3:07 A.M.