My husband, Sal, was having none of it. “Beth, forget it. It was a long time ago, and I’m over it.”

“But Jaelin was the one who got away, wasn’t she?”

“I’m glad she got away. I’m glad I married you.”

I had unexpectedly met Sal’s old flame at a company event. She was a striking, raven — haired woman, one who stirred my own desires. We’d both been shocked to discover we had my husband, Sal, in common. She’d been seriously involved with him a year before I’d met him. Sal had told me about her, and I’d always sensed a wistfulness there.

“Don’t you still want her?” I asked. “Even just to settle an old score?” I grabbed him, pulling his face toward mine. “As long... Read More