answered, “For me.”
At least he had stopped disguising the selfishness. I folded my arms.
“Daniel, you didn’t want the marriage.” GetMarriage Tips
He stared downward.
“But you wanted the wife.”
He looked up as I continued.
“Not as a partner. Not enough to be faithful to. Not enough to tell the truth to. But you wanted me available in the background.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“It is exactly fair.”
“I cared about you.”
“You cared whether I was still attached to you.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“No.”
“It isn’t.”
Sadness rose unexpectedly. In the first terrible weeks I’d imagined this very scene: Daniel returning full of regret and finally understanding. I had expected satisfaction. Instead it simply felt too late.
He approached. “Claire, I made a mistake.”
“No.”
“You made choices.”
His eyes filled. I’d loved him since I was twenty-six. I knew the scar by his eyebrow from
