" She glanced over Elise's shoulder, and her face darkened.I felt the same chill. I could read the computer screen, the damning words I'd penned onl... hours ago, the words that told her that she was now a widow. Guilt at what I'd been trying to do smashed at my senses, leaving me reeling.Anya was good, that much was certain. "Elise, we came here to tell you - and show you - that Fred didn't take his life," she said calmly. "I...managed to convince him not to." Who are you?" Her voice was. If you give me your address we may be able to come to some solution", he concluded. There was a flurry of conversation between the caller and the other person. Then a "Thank you, this is my address".Although the house was old it had been maintained and the garden, although small was attractive. He rang the bell. The woman from the accident answered and he was invited it. He stood in the lounge room for several seconds till he was joined by the original woman and another older but still quite. So when I first saw the evidence of my wife's betrayal, I didn't blow my top. In fact I didn't say anything at all. But I did begin to think about what I should do about it and finally decided that I would spy on her to see where she went and with whom.You see, I work from my home office as a marketing consultant. The business was the legacy of Laura's dad who had built the client list and had run the company for almost 20 years before bringing me in and then promptly getting himself killed in. ” She took it as a way to tease me after that. And so, the evening concluded costing me 3 and half hour and Rs 800. After this, we headed our way back home.And after reaching home the first thing that happened was a notification of Facebook stating Sherry has sent you a message. I was like NOW WHAT? I didn’t expect that she’d write that in the message “Thanks For Making My Evening Memorable.” I didn’t know where all this was heading but I didn’t like it.After a few days of talking on Facebook,.