“I saw it. I was there. I saw you together…” “You don’t understand,” her husband said, taking a step toward her. “Don’t come near me.” Her voice sounded calm, but there was steel in it. “Don’t dare say I don’t understand. I understand everything perfectly. You sleep with her. You meet her. You lied to me right to my face when I asked you about it.” “Yes,” the husband said after a long pause. And in that short word there was more truth than in everything he’d told her over the last few days. “Yes, I see her. And yes, I lied to you. But it’s not what you think…”