Sniff

The subject of her evenings out with the girls wasn’t raised again. He continued declaring his love for her and receiving in return the automatic “I love you too.” All seemed well.

All was not well. He might not be asking searching questions, but something didn’t smell quite right. He decided to do something about it rather than enquire further. He would tail her.

She’d been open about where she and her friends met. A town centre bar. As a dog owner, she knew her husband wouldn’t leave home without it.

Wrong! And it wasn’t the dog on the scent.