You see," she explained slowly, "I anticipated that you might send me away until...

You see," she explained slowly, "I anticipated that you might send me away until you got over your anger, or that you'd live with me and retaliate in private-things that an ordinary man might do. But I never imagined you would try to put a permanent end to our marriage. And to me. I should have anticipated that, knowing what Duncan had told me about you, but I was counting too much on the fact that, before I ran away, you'd said you loved me-"
"You know damned well I did. And I do. For God's sake, if you don't believe anything else I've ever said to you, at least believe that."
He expected her to argue, but she didn't, and Ian realized that she might be young, and inexperienced, but she was also very wise. "I know you did," she told him, softly. "If you hadn't loved me so deeply, I could never have hurt you as much as I did-and you wouldn't have needed to put an end to the possibility I could ever do it again. I realized that was what you were doing, when I stood in your study and you told me you were divorcing me. If I hadn't understood it, and you, I could never have kept fighting for you all this time."
"I won't argue with your conclusion, but I will swear to you not to ever do anything like that again to you."
"Thank you. I don't think I could bear it another time."
"Could you enlighten me as to what Duncan told you to make you arrive at all that?"
Her smile was filled with tenderness and understanding. "He told me what you did when you returned home and discovered your family had died."
"What did I do?"
"You severed yourself from the only other thing you loved-a black Labrador named Shadow. You did it so that you couldn't be hurt anymore-at least not by anything over which you had control. You did essentially the same thing, although far more drastically, when you tried to divorce me."
"In your place," Ian said, his voice rough with emotion as he laid his hand against her cheek, "I think I'd hate me."
His wife turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm. "Do you know," she said with a teary smile, "how it feels to know I am loved so …" She shook her head as if trying to find a better way to explain, and began again, her voice shaking with love. "Do you know what I notice whenever we are out in company?"
Unable to restrain himself, Ian pulled her into his arms, holding her against his heart. "No," he whispered, "what do you notice?"
"I notice the way other men treat their wives, the way they look at them, or speak to them. And do you know what?"
"What?"
"I am the only wife," she whispered achingly, "with the exception of Alex, whose husband adores her and doesn't care if the whole world knows it. And I absolutely know," she added with a soft smile, "that I am the wife whose husband has ever tried to seduce her in front of the Hospital Fund Raising Committee."
His arms tightened around her, and with a groaning laugh, Ian tried, very successfully, to seduce his wife on the sofa.