And Jennifer walked through that cramped apartment, and looked at the two empty shelves he had cleared for her, and did not stay.

When he protested — when he reminded her of eighteen months of promises about how wonderful things would be once he was finally free — she corrected him, coolly. You spent eighteen months talking about that, she said. I said I didn’t want to be a secret mistress anymore.

That is not the same as wanting this. And when he raged that he had sacrificed everything for her, she gave him the truest thing anyone said to him in the entire affair. Don’t put your choices on me, Solomon.

You cheated on your wife because you wanted to.