At some point, while he was talking I started fidgeting with my hands and lowered my gaze, too nervous to look at him. "I felt so stupid. I always prided myself on how clever and insightful I was, and then there I was, looking at you as you were dining with Astoria and messaging me "how sorry you were for all these late nights at work’. I... I couldn’t bring myself to confront you, and then I started looking for reasons you would do that to me." I wiped away a couple of tears that were starting to spill from my eyes. "Everyone around me kept telling me how much you loved me, how I was the best thing that ever happened to you, how I saved you... and all I was able to think was "then why does he spend most of his nights in bed with another woman?’ And one night it clicked. Figuring this out hurt me more than finding out about your affair. I couldn’t believe you’d turn to another woman for an heir, the child I couldn’t give you. I actually fought with Pansy about this: she was so determined to defend your honor and she wouldn’t allow me to keep thinking it was the truth."