Is my wife cheating?

(A friend perspective)
Man, I’m sick, and confused. I have been working six days a week, ten hours a day, straight hard labor. When I get home, I am too exhausted to play with the kids and spend quality time with my wife. We need the extra money for bills and my wife’s ridiculous student loans. I need to work long and hard while the overtime is still there. Physically I am exhausted, now mentally I am crashing. My wife is constantly accusing me of cheating, as if she does not see the pay stubs. Every day I find her looking through my phone. Every day she calls me and asks, “Where are you”. Every day she accuses me of cheating. One day at work, I confide in one of my co-workers, and he said straight up with no hesitation “Man, that’s guilt”. I have to ask, “What are you talking about”. Then he explained that, when a person keep asking about those things, and you are not giving a reason to ask, then it is pure guilt on their part. “Man, she is cheating on you”. I don’t want to hear that, and I am little upset that he said that. But, guess what? I needed to hear that, because now I am starting to think. I went online and checked the detailed phone logs; I notice this number that comes up more often than any, even more than my number. It is often and long periods of time. I am too nervous to call the number. I’m thinking it might be one of her girl friends. Don’t want to make a fool out of myself. I decided to take a few days off, with out my wife’s knowledge of me doing so. One day I get up, as if I am going to work and I get in the car and drive away. I went out for breakfast to kill time. I drove pass my block to see if there is another car in the driveway, but there was nothing. I’m thinking, I’m stupid for doing this, and it can’t be true. My friend called me, because he knew I was going to be off and he was off as well. He knew I was stressed, and he ask me if I wanted to go to the gym with him. I always have a gym bag in the car so I went. I had a good work out, I had so much stress on me, and it felt like it was lifted after that work out. I headed home and turn the corner of my block and my heart dropped, there was a car in my driveway. Still, I pulled myself together, dismissing the idea of it being another man; maybe it was her girl friend. I gingerly made my way in the house, up the stairs, and to the bedroom. I slowly opened the door and found my wife and one of her close girl friend rushing to put on their clothes. What the hell, my initial thought was this was not so bad, I think we can work through this. They had a frantic look on their faces. Something told me to look down, and I saw a pair of Men size Timberland boots, I look around and a naked man runs out the closet.

To be continued…