She Betrayed Me With Her Assistant—Now She's Begging on Her Knees

My wife brought her male assistant home to take a shower.

He even used her bath towel.

I forced myself to hold back my anger. Didn't blow up.

Until she started looking around for an ashtray.

Jonathan Perry walked out of our bedroom with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I stood up abruptly and asked in a low voice, "Zoe, aren't you going too far?"

She glanced at me calmly, her tone ice-cold. "What are you freaking out about?"

"I'm freaking out?"