Sidney Sheldon. If tomorrow comes (№ 291046)

Again she glanced at Charles and - strange thing! - I just saw a stranger. Before her sat a balding, stooped man of middle age with a genuine expression of boredom on her face. I do not believe that once she felt like she loved him, once slept with him, planned to spend with Charles all his life. Tracy glanced at his wife. That was the same bored expression as Charles. They gave the impression of people forever doomed to vegetate next to each other. And before his gaze Tracy opened an endless series of boring years that they had to live together. No love. No joy. "Here it is, the punishment of Charles." thought Tracy and felt, as it suddenly erupted releasing a wave and fell purpose deep, dark spiritual bondage.