Come clean

With the furry of someone facing the end of their life as you know it, you have never and will never move as fast as you jumped out of the driver seat screaming, "That's it. I had enough of this bullshit. There is no way I am sitting back and letting this sick game happen any longer."

Mr. Jones tried to be political: "Look, John, I don't know what's wrong, Amy, and I am having a moment. If you let us finish it. I promise to fix whatever is wrong."

You scream: "Like hell, I am going to have another moment with my wife."

Mr. Jones does his best to hide his anger as he desperately wants to get back to his question with Amy. But you can see his veins nearly bursting out of his neck as he says, "John I have no clue what you're talking about. I don't see your wife anywhere. If you just give me a moment, I'll help you with whatever you need."

You point directly at Amy as you continue to scream, "I'll help you out with the hard ones; my wife is standing right there. RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!"

Mr. Jones's eyes glance from you to Amy as his face slowly loosens up, and he begins to laugh. "Oh... I see what's going on here. It's cute that you're trying to protect her, but she's a big girl now, and she can make up her own mind."

You snap, "If you don't believe me, ask her."

Mr. Jones turns to your wife. "I get he's trying to be nice, but he just won't listen that he isn't needed here. Can you please try to speak to him?"

Amy face blushes. "I will, but..."

Mr. Jones's face suddenly changes. "But... but what? If you don't want to marry me, then you can say it. You don't have to hide behind this stupid display."

It was infuriating that Amy being with you was such an impossibility that he would come up with any other reason that this was happening. Luckily Amy finally spoke up because if this continue, you might have tried to rip his head off." It's not that!"

Mr. Jones laughs. "You are sticking with the lie that you're married to this ... this pathetic gay human instead of telling me the truth."

Amy looks at her feet in shame. "It's not a lie, and he's not gay!"

Mr. Jones laughs in frustration. "Fine then, fuck him right here and right now, and I'll believe you. If you manage to do that, I won't hold it against you or your dad."

Amy "Will he can only 'perform' after my dates with you and only when he knows I have had sex with you."

Mr. Jones says, "So he is not gay, but he is a cuck. That the lie now." As the irritation grows in his voice.

Amy whimpers. "It's not a lie, here look." She quickly pulls out her phone and shows him a picture of you both on your wedding day.

Mr. Jones's eyes get big as he futile scans the picture for any sign that it's a forgery. "Oh shit, you're not lying."

Amy "I told you. I wouldn't lie to you." You realize that those words were a mistake, as Mr. Jones counters with, "But I said I love you, and you said it back."

You and Amy both realize that he was questioning her integrity as she struggles to say, "Well… I know I said those things."

Mr. Jones quickly regains his wit at the sounds of her faltering. "But you just said you wouldn't lie to me, but from where I stand, that sounds like a big lie."

Amy has an easy out. All she was tell the truth and tell him that the door was open with you standing on the other side of it in her eyesight and she was saying it to you. But from the way she was faltering, you can tell there is one way she was going to come up with that.