In the weeks ahead it comes out, slowly, painfully.

She’s been seeing someone else at university. He’s younger and better looking. He makes her feel good about herself and so alive. He’s Turkish and sooo romantic.

Now he’s woken up to what’s going on and more aware her husband begins to wonder if this lover is the first. He realises he may have seen these signs before.

Love is dying in the wake of betrayal. He feels naked and foolish; he imagines that the whole world must know, and sniggers behind his back when he’s around.

In reality no one else knows his awful secret yet. He carries the shame alone.