I Chose Dignity When She Chose Her Affair
"If you end it, I'll forgive everything. I'll let all of it go."
The tenderness from a moment ago vanished, replaced by something cold. "Fine. Then answer me this. Which one will you choose? Me or your dignity?"
I didn't answer. I just looked at her for a long time.
That was how dinner ended, and the conversation with it, bitter and unfinished.
By the time the sun came up the next morning, Sophie was already gone.
I let out a quiet sigh, got up, and started packing. It turned out I didn't own much. Everything I had fit into one small suitcase.