The night before, he confessed that he had been having an affair and I told him whatever made him happy made me happy, although he was skeptical. He swore on his life that I was all that he wanted, but I knew better. I caught them in the women’s restroom at the rehearsal hall earlier.
I listened as he lied, telling her that we agreed on him continuing to see her after we were married. The pitiful excuse for a woman sobbed while he consoled her cries.