There are two truths in life. Men will lie, and women will find out. She was told this by her mum, who had been told it by her mum before her. And yet they all made the same mistake. He was obviously no different.
“Did you really think you’d get away with it? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” She was livid, not because he had been seeing another woman behind her back, but because he had lied to her.
“I swear, I’ve not done anything. Come on love, please.” His pitiful attempts at squirming out of it had no effect on her whatsoever.
“I don’t know what to believe anymore. Forget the seven-year itch, this is more like the five-year itch, isn’t it? Hey, don’t look away from me. I don’t want much. You won’t entertain getting a pet, we never go away anywhere and now you’re carrying on with that…woman.” The last month of frustration was flooding out, her emotions betraying her fragile state. “You’ve just been so distracted recently.”
“Would I lie to you?” he pleaded, evidently annoyed he had been found out. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone.
“Oh what, are you going to show me some photos of her now? Just what I want,” she huffed, folding her arms in defiance.
“I do want to show you a photo,” he replied, “and her name is Cindy, although I’m sure we can change that.”
“Cindy! Oh my God, is she like fifteen and like, so cool?” she mocked, “and…wait a minute, what do you mean change her name?” Pausing, she was presented with a photo of a beautiful kitten and wondered if just maybe she was wrong, and her husband had actually been telling the truth…