My wife and I have come to an uncomfortable truce, one borne out of necessity rather than preference.
I guess it kind of operates like the Bill Clinton Military policy on gays, where it was a case of "Don't ask, don't tell".
For my part I have come to this point purely as a case of exhaustion, and my strong belief that if I push this issue any further I will simply be labelled a jealous and paranoid husband.
I have also reached the conclusion that I know as much as I will ever know about what has happened.
What I do know however with complete certainty is that there has definitely been no sex or physical contact involved, if that really make a difference.
There are a number of reasons why I know this.
(1) Firstly, my wife simply would not have had the opportunity to make the time for the required rendezvous'. Like many Chinese mothers, she is completely immersed in her career, in her out-of-work-hours book-keeping work, and taking our son to his almost daily extra-curricular activities.
An 'affair' would consume too much time, and would take her away from what she loves doing most.
(2) Secondly, as one of the readers suggested, I did in fact lodge a helpdesk request to recover the emails that were sent from my wifes email address.
What I got back was 6 emails only, and they only provided me the date, sender, subject title and receiver deatils. Apparently there are some kind of privacy provisions to prevent snooping and the like, and thus the body of the email is not stored in the firewall, or something like that anyway.
I got the feeling that Helpdesk were a little suspicious of my request, and I was told that if I cared to get the complete emails, I could simply ask the recipient (being of course James, the lawyer).
Well, at least I got something I thought, but unfortunately 4 of the emails had one non-descript subject title of "re: Hi"
However, two of the email subject titles were more descriptive.
They had the title of "Do you remember what I look like?", and "re: Do you remember what I look like?".
This subject title is in keeping with what my wife told me about James, that they met once, and more importantly she said to me that she doesn't "remember what he even looks like!"
It adds up that is she asked him if he remembered what she looked like, she would likely have also had problems remembering what he looked like.
(3) The third point is the most convincing for me personally.
You see, prior to my wife I had one other Chinese girlfriend, but she was from Hong Kong.
This girl, lets call her Elizabeth, was sexually liberal in bed, and contributed to the love making on an equal footing. She was also affectionate and physically intimate when circumstances called for it.
My wife however has been anything but, from when we first met.
When we first started dating, my wife would not hold hands. I can honestly not recall her ever holding my hand willingly.
What further surprised me was her complete distate for kissing. She in fact regularly rejected my efforts to kiss on the mouth by calling it an "unhigenic practice."
We actually had sex before we had ever kissed or even hugged, which I find remarkable to this day.
And our sex flows along these same lines. My wife lies back and her arms are strethed down along her legs. She doesn't move her arms, and she never touches during love making.
When I face her face, or when another part of my body is in the vicinity of her face, she turns her head to one side, and there it remains.
I remember on one ocassion without any prompting from me, my wife told me that she was to perform a sexual act on me, in order to show me how much she loved me.
Given her frigidity, this was a remarkable offer from my wife, one I still cherish with great fondness to this day. However it lasted barely 2 seconds, with her making strange throat noises and running to the bathroom to spit.
So, my point is, even though I have been content to accept these quirkes because I care for my wife, I simply can't see her having sex with another man as anything but a serious inconvenience for her, and as such, very unliklely.
...but of course, all those emails and all those phone point to something don't they?