The Betrayer

“Listen to me please”, the woman begged her journalist friend who she had invited over for dinner, she had a confused yet scared face on her as if she had seen the ghost. “You’ve got to stop this please” there was a long silence in the room after saying that. “I saw his body”

"And its not too late to forget what you saw" she pleaded "you know what this means, what happens if-" A sigh escapes her companion's lips, low and tired. "I can't, I never will." The woman's eyes widen. Her breathing shallows. "Please for my sake, please-" "He's your husband."

“He’s my husband, yes. But I never married him. As far as I know, I’ve never met him in person. He could be anyone, he could be a clever piece of software for all I know. But I certainly have no control over him.”

"Well," said Samantha, "be that as it may, he's been flirting with me & it's unwelcome. I hear him whispering behind me at the Kroger, 'Nice cans. Great melons.' You might not be able to control your disembodied not-really-husband, but you should at least know he's unfaithful."

"Unfaithful?!" she gasped! "Impossible!" "Is it?" Sam retorted. "This very moment he's crouching in the shopping cart of a recent divorcee with an US Weekly on his head." "Perhaps," she said stoically. "One day, once you've loved someone more than produce, you might understand."