He was standing near the hedge, with a glass of champagne in his hand, watching me. I may have looked like a lunatic with the way I entered the garden, shaking my head and pulling at my hair but I wasn't prepared to give him the satisfaction of thinking he knew my weakness or found a weakness.
He raised his glass to me. "congratulations Mr Numero. The one man who can eat his cake and have it."
"What? Are you jealous?"
"Actually, yes. Yes I am and I am mature enough to admit it. but that's not the point here. You don't see how much you are hurting her do you?"
I took several steps towards him, my hands balling into fists. "You don't know a damn thing about me or my marriage. Keep your observations to yourself."
"I think we can both agree that you don't know a damn thing about your marriage either."
I stiffened. He was right.
