This is why you don't give your heart to anyone, even if that someone is your husband who has been happily married to you for 10 years. Is it ten years? You can't remember properly anymore, your head spinning, spiralling uncontrollably to the point you can't even cry when John Price, your husband, utter this;

“I slept with another woman.” He confessed, with guilt, absolute guilt. That voice that is usually loud and confident can only mutter a weak confession and apology. He did it when he was on a mission, met a woman he had a fling out of sexual pent up.

John's blue eyes staring at you, waiting for a reaction. His hands clamped nervously, the air getting thicker and noises slowly turned static.