She Satisfies Her Lover, I Destroy Her World

The day I confirmed my wife was cheating, I agreed to sleep in separate rooms.

Three months later, once I had enough evidence, I walked into her room again.

The moment I stepped inside, she switched off her phone and rolled over with her back to me. "I'm tired. Going to sleep."

I sat on the edge of the bed. "We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about. It's about that again, isn't it? I already told you, go find someone else outside. I'm just not in the mood."

Her impatient tone washed over me. I kept my voice level.

"If I go find someone else, what's the point of you being here?"