Euterpe couldn't stand to see that expression on his face, and she couldn't manage to stay angry. She went slowly to her knees in front of him and put a hand on his cheek. "I love you, Wolfgang. I always have, since I first met you. But," she added, "you have to fix this. If you want me to stay, you have to let your wife go. You have to choose either her or me, because I won't be put second."