It's that horrible moment when it all comes to a head. You finally know that you were wrong. You know that you were right, too, that things weren't as they seemed, that one day you would come and there she would be, beneath him on the bed, splayed like a starfish, like an exploding constellation, crying out too, but not to you. Even in the full tide of horror, you are astonished at how unsurprised you are. Because you knew. All along, you knew. In my case, it was a love affair that had been going on since I was,...