At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck

I didn’t know whether he would forgive me.

I didn’t know whether our marriage would survive.

But I knew one thing.

The red lingerie I had worn for another man had never been the real problem.

The real problem was two people who had spent years sleeping beside each other while hiding the very fears that were slowly tearing them apart.