On her day off, Jane had decided to go to a Red Sox game with Frankie and a woman he had began dating the night that had forever turned Jane's life upside down. Frankie and Brandy were really hitting it off and Jane was happy that something positive had come out of that night.

The humidity was taking an effect on Jane's hair and her clothes were feeling damp, but she paid no mind to the discomfort. In that moment, Fenway Park was her safe haven. Her beloved Red Sox were winning, she was in good company, and for a brief moment she was able to take her mind off of Maura.

Until…

"It's Maura," Jane told Frankie when she felt her phone vibrating. "I have to take this."

"Tell her to meet us after the game," Frankie said. Jane just nodded in agreement before looking for a more secluded spot—away from Frankie. Besides Tommy, her entire family was oblivious to her situation with Maura and she wanted to keep it that way.

"Maura?" Jane answered. Her first attempt at calling Jane had gone unanswered, so Maura had tried calling again instead of leaving a voicemail.

"Jane!" Maura said angrily. "How could you do this to me?"

Jane was taken by surprise. "Do what?"

She heard Maura start to sob. "You're still seeing Sam."

"Sam?" Jane asked. "How did you—Maura, where are you?"

"Home," Maura responded. Home. Jane knew she would never get used to Maura using that word in reference to a place she wasn't part of.

"What's your address?" Jane asked.

"I don't want you here," Maura responded coldly.

"Maura, please," Jane practically begged. Maura was distraught and, although she had no right to comfort her, Jane wanted to be in Maura's presence. Sam was up to something; she just knew it and it devastated Jane to think that Sam could be telling Maura lies that would hurt her even more.

Maura reluctantly gave Jane her address once she realized it was better to have this conversation with Jane in person instead of via phone. Jane had quickly made up a lie and told Frankie. Jane had never left a Red Sox saw game early, so Frankie knew it had to be an emergency. He let her go with little questioning other than asking her if everything was okay.

When Jane approached the building Maura lived in, she couldn't stop the shudder that racked her body. She was taken back to the morning she left Sam and every ounce of guilt for being with Sam returned to her. What has she done to my Maura? Fearing the worst, Jane put aside her feelings and hurried to Maura.

When Maura answered the door, Jane was relieved to see that Samantha wasn't there, but that feeling of relief vanished when she saw the condition Maura's apartment was in. There was shattered glass on the floor and Maura's face was almost unrecognizable because of how much she had been crying. It was against her better judgment, but Jane held Maura's body as close to hers as she could. A mixture of tears and mascara stained Jane's white jersey as Maura cried into her shoulder.

"I shouldn't be doing this," Maura told her. "I shouldn't be this weak."

Jane ran her hands along Maura's back. "You're never weak. I'm the one who is weak, not you. I should never have talked to her."

"I don't know who to believe anymore," Maura admitted. "She tried befriending me, Jane, and I fell for it. She knew I was your wife all along, yet she continued to tell me the details of your sex life with her."

"My what life with her?" Jane asked. She grabbed Maura's hand and led her over to the couch.

"She says the two of you are still meeting up and she says you have been for months now," Maura explained. "I'm trying not to believe her because what I want is for the woman I love to be better than that, but if you were able to lie about kissing her when I confronted you, it's quite possible that you could be lying about having an ongoing affair with her."

Jane was furious. She pounded her fist on the couch hard enough to startle Maura. She wanted to confront Sam, but she knew that shouldn't be her priority. Her priority was the distraught woman sitting two feet away from her on the couch, the woman whose world she had turned upside down.

"Maura," Jane began. "I am not having an affair with her and I'm telling you this in all honesty."

"Why should I believe you?" Maura asked. She was emotionless now, which worried Jane. Why should she believe me? I haven't given her any reason to believe me for weeks now.

"There is no reason for you to believe me," Jane admitted. "I've been lying to you since the beginning. I lied to you when you asked if I had kissed another woman and I lied to you when I gave you details about what happened with her. Sam is malicious, which is why I broke up with her all those years ago. She always goes after what she wants and she doesn't care who she hurts in the process. I've only seen her once over the past ten years, Maura. Please believe me."

"She told me you've had a threesome," Maura told Jane. She was now staring at the wall, anything to avoid eye contact with Jane. "She even invited me to join."

"Maura, you know I would never do something like that," Jane told her. "I get performance anxiety when you suggest something remotely kinky. When it comes to sex, I'm about as old-fashioned as it gets. What makes you think I could have sex with two women at the same time?"

"I—I don't know," Maura stammered. "She just seemed so sincere when she told me."

"Do you remember the first time we made love?" Jane asked. When she didn't receive a response from Maura, she decided to go on with the point she was trying to make. "It wasn't some scene out of a movie. I was awkward and shy and I was so nervous about not being able to please you. You had to reassure me that I was doing okay. Does that sound like a woman who has been having an ongoing affair?" She still received no response from Maura other than a blank stare. The wheels in Maura's mind were turning—she knew they were. "I think she put something in my drink that night. Either that or she gave me something she knew I couldn't handle. Maura, I don't remember having sex with her. I don't even know if I actually did have sex with her. I should have told you this earlier, but I couldn't bring myself to admit that I could be taken advantage of by her."

"I'm not going to hold you and I'm not going to sympathize with you," Maura said matter-of-factly. "You could have saved us both so much pain had you told me the truth. You shouldn't have let your pride get in the way. I'm your wife, Jane. I would have been on your side."

Jane felt defeated. She knew reconciliation wasn't likely, but she had held on to the slightest bit of hope that it would someday happen. It was now time for to abandon that hope and come to terms with what the future held for her—a life without Maura.

"I don't want you to suffer anymore. Maybe I should just sign the papers and let you move on with your life," Jane said with her head in her hands.

"Maybe you should," Maura responded. "I'll have a new set mailed to you."

Once Jane heard that, she knew it was time for her to leave. She hurried down the hall and walked eight flights of stairs down to the first floor. She could have taken the elevator, but the walk helped her gather her thoughts. As she was about to exit, she saw Sam enter the building. It was the moment of truth for Jane; she could confront her with the risk of Maura seeing them or she could ignore her altogether.