My wife is having an affair. Vicky stays out late and comes home glowing with celestial bliss. She tries to hide her grin, but cannot.
Following her, I see her meet him, walking hand on his arm; his ravens, black as pitch tag along at a discreet distance. My knuckles hurt gripping the steering wheel; my teeth crush against one another. He turns to me, his one eye gleaming with mischief and triumph. Of course he knows I’m there.
He’s only toying with her, dallying for his own divine amusement. I’ll be here when he’s gone. I love my wife.
Author’s Note: I sometimes worry my wife will meet a god and fall for his charms.