Wife's Lover

It was the third time my husband had cheated, and now, after the initial anger, the quarrel, the hysteria, I was calm in the face of it. He had loved my youth and my beauty, and I had loved his high spirits. There were fine lines at the corners of my eyes now, and what he loved most was young women, and if a man could not endure desire, then a woman could not endure loneliness.