On My Mother's Funeral, My Wife Betrayed Me

The day before my mother's funeral. My wife, Lucy Monroe, told me she was sending a colleague back home.

"Honey, I already promised him that and it would be wrong to break my promise. Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow for Mom's funeral."

That night, I called her, but it was her childhood sweetheart who answered, "Lucy is tired from driving and is sleeping now. Is everything okay?"

I was silent for a moment, then said, "Nothing."

The next day, I got a call from Lucy.

"Honey, today is Charlie's mother's 80th birthday. She's my godmother and it wouldn't be nice if I didn't go.