Janie reminds me of acerbic remark I once made to a young woman who said, "I cain't help the way I feel."
"But you can certainly help what you do about it!"

This Marie may have unlocked the door to his emotions but neither one of them needed to walk through. Pity the wife who put up with him all those years and never found the key. Or the other way around?

I still believe the lie is more damning than the sex.