And suddenly, the story I’d been telling myself cracked apart.
Yes, she had betrayed me.
But he had pursued her. He had lied to both of us. He had promised her security and then disappeared when things became complicated. He had torn our marriage apart — and then abandoned her when she needed him most.
He had destroyed us both.
I went back to the hospital early the next morning.
She looked so small in that bed.
When she saw me, her eyes filled with panic. “You don’t have to stay,” she said quickly. “I know you hate me.”
I didn’t answer.
