“I’ve got to go. Michael will be here soon. I will talk to toi later.” I overheard my wife of 2 years say as I walked into the room. She hung up the phone and turned to greet me with a kiss.

“Who was that?” I asked.
“Oh, nobody just a bill collector.” she a dit casually. How did your recording session go?”

“It was great.” I replied, s’embrasser her.

“That’s great, baby.”

“Happy anniversary.” I said, handing her a box.

“Ooooh, what is it, baby?” she asked, clasping her hands together.

“Open it “, I a dit with a smile.

She opened the box and gasped. “Oh, Michael! I l’amour it! They are so beautiful! Thank you, baby!” she cried and she put on the 3 karat diamond earrings.

“I’m glad that toi l’amour them, Jazzy and I arranged for us to have dîner at the Ivy at 8:00pm.”

“Tonight?”

I gave her an incredulous look. “Yeah, it’s our anniversary, remember? Why do toi have other plans that I should know about?”

“No, I just have an um... an errand that I have to take care of first.” she a dit and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll be back.”

I sighed as I watched her get in her blue Escalade and drive away. Lately she had been jouer la comédie shady, coming accueil at 1am ou sometimes not coming accueil at all. She would always lie about her whereabouts and why she was late. ou she would have the servants do her dirty work for her. Sometimes her Friends would lie for her too. Soon it was 8:00 and she was still not back. I never thought that she would commit infidelity. Hot tears sprang to my eyes. Who was her lover? Was it her friend, “Alex?” ou the mailman? Who is it?