My 33 Humiliations
Although he himself flirted recklessly outside, indulging every whim, divorce still seemed a weighty matter for him.
He could not forget Anna’s tender affection, yet he craved the safety of home.
“If you’re sulking over Anna again, there’s really no need.
“I’ve said it before: Anna and I are nothing but a fling, bed partners.
“What happens between us will never affect my relationship with you. I still love only you.”
Bed partners?
I knew the meaning of each word, but strung together, it was utterly absurd.
I could not fathom Benedict’s audacity, how he could speak such words with a straight face.