My Wife Wanted More Love, Chased It, Now Regrets Madly

The year after I pulled Mavis Harding out of the fire, she gave me a pair of stud earrings and put them on me herself. I couldn't stop touching them. For once I was in the mood to take a selfie. Mavis watched me editing the photo, then said, offhand, "Doesn't it get boring? Lying to yourself like this." My hands froze. She pointed at the smoothed-over version of me on the screen.