Summary
I can no longer deny what’s right in front of me. Returning home, I found my husband’s infidelity laid bare. Words escaped me—there’s nothing left to wait for.
A pale sheet settled over their entwined forms, falling like a dead bouquet.
“It’s over.”
“What?”
“You knew what would happen.”
I turned to leave but hesitated.
“Everything I ever gave you is in that pile—even what you’re wearing.”
“Why do this now?”
“Now?” I smiled bitterly.
“You know why. Don’t play the fool.”