My husband sent another woman a huge bouquet of white roses and pink peonies with a card signed “Love, Daniel,” and by one careless mistake, those flowers arrived at our house instead.

relief, and hated being suspicious even of that relief. Healing could be humiliating.

One evening I asked whether Laura had contacted him since he ended the affair. He admitted, “Once.” My stomach tightened, and I asked, “When?”

“Two weeks after I ended it.”

“What did she say?” He repeated her message: “She said she was sorry for everything and that she wouldn’t contact me again.”

“Did you reply?”

“Yes.” He explained his answer: “I said, ‘Thank you. Please don’t.’” I checked: “That’s all?” He said, “That’s all.” I believed him,