Emily confronts her husband that day

Emily tried to take her mind off her anger by cleaning but eventually it boiled over and led to her screaming and crying into her bedsheets until she fell asleep from exhaustion. She had awoken from the sound of the front door being opened. She adjusted her eyes and saw the golden hue of the afternoon sun spilling into their bedroom windows. The sleep had made her feel better but upon hearing her husband's shoes on their wooden downstairs flooring, she felt dread well up inside her.

"I'm home!" James announced while tossing his computer bag onto the leather sofa in their living room.

Emily bolted upright and realized she was still wearing her cotton to shirt and panties she had worn last night to bed. She had forgotten to shower this morning and James was already coming up the stairs to the bedroom they had shared for the past two years. How could she confront her cheating husband while looking like a mess and probably smelling of sweat and body odor?

"Everything okay honey?" James asked while peering into the bedroom.

Emily was sitting cross-legged now, looking down at her manicured nails and feeling ready to cry once again.

"Yeah..." she said in a soft tone. She looked up and saw a smile on his face.

"Today was a fucking nightmare," James said. "I missed my normal morning train into the city and had to wait almost 45 minutes for the next one. I couldn't find my cellphone so I couldn't call my office to tell them I would be late..." James bitched while he hung his suit jacket and pants on the wooden hanger. "Of course the clients pushed the meeting to this morning so guess what?"

"What?" Emily answered.

"Kiss ass Brian saved the day since I was a no-show. So I lost that potential sale. No bonus for me this Christmas. Just a real shit day..." James went on saying.

Emily watched her husband change out of his clothes. She wondered if he had slept with, no, fucked Hannah in that suit. Did he fuck her today before getting on his evening train home?

"Emily! Are you even listening?" James said annoyed. "What's gotten into you lately? The bed's a mess, dinner hasn't been started and I'm still annoyed your phone's alarm didn't go off-"

"I know," Emily said interrupting.

"What?" James asked confused. He stood there in his undershirt and boxer briefs.

Emily sat up straighter and said, "I know about you and Hannah."

James stood there frozen for a moment and then said, "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Emily but I don't like where this is-"

"I read the text messages, James!" Emily was getting off the bed now. She hopped down from the bed and angrily pointed a finger at her husband. "You've been fucking her behind my back!"

James' stood there calmly and turned his back to hang his tie on the rack with all the other ties he owned.

"What text messages?" he asked calmly. "I didn't read any messages."

Emily had taken his phone with her to the bedroom earlier that day. She unlocked his phone.

He turned seeing his missing office phone in her hands. "You had my phone all day and didn't tell me?" he said accusingly. "Are you trying to get me fired?!?"

Emily wasn't prepared for this argument. Why wasn't he admitting his adulterous mistake and begging for her forgiveness.

"I..need you... inside me..." Emily read aloud. "Not in my... pussy. In. my. ass." she emphasized. "Hannah sent these to you!" she yelled before he grabbed the phone out of her hand.

He looked at the messages and then went silent for a moment. "What do you want, Emily? A divorce? I'll get papers drafted tomorrow if that's what you want," he said to her.

"I...no. I don't want that," she said feeling defeated.

"I didn't mean for you to find out," James admitted. "It's just sex between me and her."

"Were you never going to tell me?" she asked as tears started streaming down her face.

James embraced her, holding her tight with his arms wrapped around her tiny frame and her face buried into his warm chest.

"I love you, James" Emily said between sobs.

"I know. I love you too," James responded while looking towards the window.