The last flicker of hope in Antonin's eyes that she was having sex with a man other than her husband because she was being controlled and not because she didn't care about the man she married dissipated. She knew it hurt him. Hadn't she felt the same sting of pain every time she knew he was rushing off to London to be with Andromeda? Maybe she didn't love him as much as he loved her, but that didn't matter. It was still hurtful to know he preferred being with another woman.