After Clarice discovered Jameson’s infidelity, he drowned his shame in alcohol, drinking himself into oblivion for an entire day and night.
Naomi, unable to tolerate the sight of him slumped in filth, dragged him to the bathroom, cleaned him up, and prepared a lavish meal with painstaking care. Her gentleness never faltered, even as she tended to his sorry state.
When Jameson woke up, sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the freshly cleaned room in a warm glow. On the table was an elaborate breakfast, and by the doorway stood Naomi, her serene demeanor embodying quiet devotion. For a fleeting moment, he thought: "Life like this, with her, it doesn’t seem so bad."
Jameson hadn’t divorced Clarice yet. Naomi had endured the shame and struggle of being the other woman without a si
