She gave me a reassuring, "No."
"Do you love me the same way you love your husband?"
"You're completely different people."
"However you do love him very much."
"Of course. He's my husband."
"Then why would you assume that I love you any less only because I sleep with other women? There is nobody in the world like you. That's why I love you."
She understood. For one instant, it all made sense to her. I don't doubt she forgot in the moments after I left that day.
