An Ode to Love or Fine Wine

I came back from a two-week business trip and found a press-on nail on the bed that belonged to another woman. My husband explained it away, saying his mother must have knocked it loose while doing housework. I told my best friend about it, and she was so furious she stomped around and smashed the purple-clay teapot my husband treasured most. "Althea, listen to me, your husband is definitely cheating! You've been married five years and he still won't have a kid with you. He's fallen for someone else, guaranteed. For all you know, she's already pregnant!"