She started crying, explained she'd had a row that morning. H was being the comforting hero. Twit and ultimately, disloyal moron.
If I were upset in such a work space like a networking meeting, I would find a loo or woman who might know where there was a loo. I wouldn't start crying to a stranger, a man and tell them my marriage problems. Then again, she didn't pick the fat, ugly bloke to cry on at the networking meeting, did she?
That's what I mean about questioning motives.
Two days later, she calls him up, suggests meeting for a coffee. He agrees and so it starts until a month later, I discover the emails and confront him. Every time I have asked him, his story is the same. She was deeply unhappy, her husband only wanted sex three times in the year and only anal sex (wtf?) and why? Was she ugly, uninteresting blah, blah, blah
You're right though, I will never really know what happened. I hope my fury with h will subside though. He's begged and begged forgiveness, saying nothing happened and he was miserable and it will never happen again.
I do need to get past this. I just detest the thought of having been made a fool and her smirking, thinking she is so hot, fun, interesting etc, h simply couldn't resist her advances. Of course he could have resisted. He chose not to.