Ugh. I have no problem with reading a book about cheating--as long as it's handled, addressed, the cheater grovels, etc. While reading this book, I was, at times, irate and underwhelmed.
The husband has a one-night stand, the wife finds out, doesn't kick him out, gets pregnant (she's 45), has pregnancy-related complications, and is diagnosed with depression. Okay, that's all fine and good as far as plot line, but then the couple enters into counseling (which is great to see written into these types of novels) and here's where I became irate: The therapists (a married male/female team) focus all of their time on the wife and essentially blame her for the breakdown of the marriage. Yes, I am generalizing, but there's only one time that the male therapist says that he's not excusing the husband's behavior (big of you) and both the husband and therapists tell the wife that the one-night stand essentially forced the husband to have sex with her. She came after him, and yes, he relented (bad dog!), but he was almost powerless against the one-night stand's womanly wiles.
The husband truly can't understand why his wife can't get over his indiscretion, because, although he did have sex with the other woman, he didn't love her. Yet, (another irate moment) he is instantly jealous of a man whom the wife didn't even sleep with when they younger AND NOT MARRIED.
Irate moment number three: The wife's friend and OB/GYN, knowing the husband cheated, tells her to get over it because the husband is successful and attractive and can find someone else who won't get mad at him all the time.
I felt so sorry for the wife. All of these plot points could have been interesting, but I kept thinking (about the wife): with friends like these, who needs enemies?