Having an affair with my estranged husband was the last thing I expected after I filed for divorce in November. For three months, we did not speak. But then in New York City, he came to my apartment and laid his heart bare. He’d changed after new counseling. I didn’t believe him, but he was persistent, proved he’d gotten help, and as he courted me, I found myself falling in love again. The magnetic pull between us, this cosmic cord I had tried to cut so many times, was stronger than ever.
