Her Driftwood, His River

Living apart, infidelity, and things going badly at work: after bottling everything up for so long, she walked along crying until she crouched by a bridge and sobbed. He happened to pass by. They had met a few times before, and he remembered her and liked her. She thought he was a decent man, clung to him like a lifeline, and decided to be his mistress. He, meanwhile, fell for her like an old flame rekindled. As she went through her divorce, she grew stronger and stronger,