But for the life of me, I couldn't remember.
I leaned against the pillow, straining to recall every detail of last night.
I saw Betty and Michael in a tender embrace, until my beloved wife was penetrated by Michael, their bodies entwined in fervent lovemaking...
At that moment, I sobered up considerably and calmed down.
Thinking back to yesterday's scene, any other man would have burst into the room in a rage, beaten both parties senseless, and then walked away with a divorce.
But I didn't.
I couldn't.
It wasn't that I was weak; it was the love Betty had for me, the guilt I felt towards Laura, all of which made me choose the gentlest way out.
I left behind a ring and a letter of appointment, my final gifts to Betty, a silent confession of sorts.
Betty would surely see the ring and the letter; unless she was completely oblivious, she would know I had been there, right when they were in the throes of their affair.