Chapter 10

That day the detective came while you were at work. He arrived sometime around one, called back at half past four, and said that your wife really was a tough nut, and that it was strange you suspected her at all. Those words were very pleasant to hear. At last Annette had shown her true self: a faithful, devoted wife!

While you were thinking about this, pain stabbed through the bump on your head, and you remembered the Local Sluts page.

“No, no!” you exclaimed.

Your employees glanced at you. You had to pretend you were displeased with them.

“Why are you shuffling around like half-dead flies?! Why has the client been waiting for ten minutes already?!”

Now they would hate you even more, but at least they would not think you were insane.

At home, after greeting your wife, you went straight to the bathroom. There you turned on the water, lay down in the tub, and opened the surveillance recording.

The detective had not come to your wife simply for tea. He told her he was investigating a case for which he needed to know how to do resistance-band exercises. Before creating her yoga school, your wife had been involved in fitness, and he knew it. Annette offered to help. She went to change into athletic clothes and began showing the detective exercises.

You expected to feel proud of your wife, of the way she would reject the decoy suitor, but instead you began feeling something entirely different. When Annette did exercises with the band, squatting so that her magnificent backside thrust toward the guest, it did not look at all like rejecting a pursuer! You saw that the detective, having removed his hat, was staring attentively at her bottom, and jealousy began eating you alive.