When My Husband Got HIV, I Smiled

Summary

The ninth time I walked in on Andy Lowe in bed with another woman.

I didn’t lose control, and I didn’t question him.

I casually tossed a piece of clothing at the girl and said calmly, “Leave through the back garden door.”

She froze for a moment, glanced at me nervously, then grabbed the clothes and fled.

Andy leaned back against the headboard, looking relaxed, and slowly lit a cigarette.

“It’s her first time here,” he said as if it were only natural. “Don’t scare her.”

“She’s very innocent, unlike you. I don’t want her getting hurt.”