The Seven Year Itch

At our seventh wedding anniversary party, my wife, Valerie, linked arms with her childhood best friend, Brody, drinking a cross-armed toast.

I clapped with cold detachment. In front of everyone, Valerie scolded me.

"It's just a harmless game between friends. Why are you so uptight? If anything was going on between me and Brody, you wouldn't have had the chance to marry me in the first place."

She stormed off in anger. That night, Brody changed his social media cover photo to an intimate shot