Suddenly she pushed home, insulting me and disclaimed her husband's mistress. I loved my husband and wanted to believe him. If I had been able to meet and discuss with my husband at this time, it would not have happened. Then she came home every day with a poor man, and filthy of me. Even though I was jealous of my husband's guilt and resisted, my honest body accepted the act. I became a turbulent woman who chose pleasure over her beloved husband.