Then it sank.
And his face…
God.
It was like watching six different emotions fight for space at the same time.
Shock.
Realization.
Guilt.
Panic.
Regret.
“Lydia…” he started.
I held up my hand.
“I don’t want a speech,” I said.
“I want an explanation.”
Simple.
He exhaled.
Ran a hand through his hair.
“Okay,” he said quietly.
“Okay.”
A pause.
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Then he leaned forward slightly.
should have told you.”
“Yes,” I said.
“You should have.”
Another pause.
“But it’s not what you think,” he added.
I almost laughed.
“It never is,” I said.
He nodded.
Accepted that.
“My marriage… it’s complicated,” he said.


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