The way I see it when I close my eyes is, she walked in one night and found you sitting on the couch, playing some video game.

I picture her smiling, saying hi in a happy tone.

I imagine your serious look as you pause your game, lift your head to her and say: I got my revenge. It's all good, now.

I can almost see her body swoon as it takes the blow.

And I have no doubt there was a lot of explaining and lying done, but I don't care to picture it in my mind because if anything is going to matter to me, it's gonna be the outcome; and the outcome is you saying that the full circle was completed and it's time to resume the phony little life you've chosen.