“Cosima gave you a letter that told you to go the apartment?” His voice was tight with barely controlled anger. I nodded, then swallowed before I dared to speak. “And a key. It’s still in my bag.” “That fucking bitch,” he growled. “Who?” “Both of them. Grace and Cosima. They’re friends. Grace must have put Cosima up to this. That cunt.”
He can't be mad at anybody but himself for jumping into bed with your side hoe and getting caught up by your wife of 48 hours. At the end of the day you choose to lie down with her, so you can't get mad at someone else for putting you. you I just find it so funny that the blame is shifted. Even if it was a setup you still cheated at the end of the day.
