When I got home and my wife served dinner, I took her hand and told her I had something to tell her. She sat quietly and ate in silence.

Again I saw the pain in her eyes.

Suddenly, I could no longer open my mouth. But I had to inform her of what I thought. I wanted a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She did not seem upset by my words, she simply asked me why?

I flee the question. She was so angry. She threw the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night we did not speak. She was crying. I knew she wanted to know what had happened to our marriage. But I could not give a satisfactory explanation; she had lost my heart to Jane. I no longer loved her. I only felt pity for her!