Until that time, her betrayals had filled her with excitement and joy, because they opened up new paths to new adventures of betrayal.
One could betray one's parents, husband, country, love, but when parents husband, country, and love were gone-what was left to betray?
Something’s died in me. It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.
You did not so much mind being - conventionally - betrayed, if you were not kept in the dark, which was humiliating, or defined only as a wife and dependent person, which was annihilating.
Yes, it’s he. He used to be a friend of mine. That’s a sad phrase, isn’t it?