Trapped In Lies
“I worked sixteen-hour days during those five years in the middle of nowhere. My periods stopped for months at a time. My hair was falling out in handfuls. I endured all of it because I kept telling myself that I would finally marry you when I came back.”
The color drained from his face.
“As for you, in those same five years, you got married, had a child, and now, you’re expecting another.” I let out a laugh.
“I’m sorry.”
“What good is your apology?”
I looked straight at him.
“Dan, you’ve made it impossible even to hate you. You’ve made me feel like a fool.”
The rain came down harder.
He opened the umbrella and tried to angle it over me.
I pushed his hand away and stepped into the downpour.