Apprehensive over her husband's marital conduct.
Despairing but almost no matrimonial problems to deduct.
Uneasy intuition she had.
Led her to a feeling so deeply sad.
Totally but discretely checked every aspect of his life.
Even direct questioning did not end her internal strife.
Resorted at last to a fruitless private investigation.
Only brought more abyssal secret frustration.
Ultimately ending her overt suspicions but still surreptitiously out of sorts.
Shocked to find on his return from a business trip - lipstick on the fly of his boxer shorts!
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