By Ralph Rewes

Something in her seemed to tell me. She was cold to my pampering and my touch. Going to bed was like complying with an unavoidable sacrifice. She was no longer jealous. She didn't ask me how I felt anymore. When I asked her: "Is there anything wrong with you?" She answered with a painful phrase sarcastic phrase: "Nothing. Should something be happening to me?"

She was wearing a new perfume. But did not do it for me, only when she was going out. If I ever asked her where she has gone, she got very nervous. She didn't know what to say. Or when she had an answer ready, she told it while looking away from me. She rarely looked into my eye. She had fled from me -- spiritually. She showed excessive affection toward our children. There was a pinch of guilt in it. As if she would be compensating them for something.

She didn't have lunch with her friends in the office. She went out alone -- alone? I had reservations. Nobody knew where she was going out to lunch. I asked her nearest friend where had she gone to have lunch, and she said she did not know. When I asked her if had gone alone, her no was phony. Something inside was eating my guts. I felt impotent.

Before, she was always teasing me, talking nonsense, pulling my leg. Then she hardly spoke to me. She looked at me while I think that she acts as if she were watching an object she liked before, but that now she wants to change. Has she chose my replacement already? I miss her silly conversation.

In my own house. In the house I bought with so much sacrifice. She shamelessly slept with him in the same place and at the same where and when our children slept. Now I understand the motivation of crimes of passion. There is an internal fury that can easily get out of control. I had to think of my children to get strength and keep my hate under control.

I will never be able to sleep in that bed, although she had left me already. My finding out her infidelity was worse, because it had a witness. I had arrived home unexpectedly with a business associate. Believing that there was nobody in the house, I went to my room to pick up some documents. My associate followed me and, for my humiliation, he saw my wife having sex with another man in my bed. However embarrassing, his presence helped me control my temper.