"How could I what?" He asked in confusion.

"She was the one? That bitch was the one that came between us. You dumped me for that tart?" Her voice increased in tempo as she drilled her fingers into his chest with each question. The vein in her neck was showing so clearly that Bernard was afraid one of them might pop any minute.

"What are you talking about, Natalie?" Bernard spoke in a calm voice in a bid to get her to reduce her pitch. "You and I were done a long time ago, and you know it. I would never cheat on anyone I called my wife. What are...