said the words that hurt more than all the others.
“Sometimes I look at her and wonder what my life would have been if I’d married someone else.”
I looked down at Samuel.
He was asleep against my chest, completely unaware that his father was dismantling the life his mother had built.
Something inside me changed.
Not because I suddenly stopped loving Richard.
That would have been easier.
I was hurt because I still loved the man I thought he was. I was grieving the marriage I believed we had.
