“I need to see her.”
My sister crossed her arms.
“She doesn’t want to see you.”
“I know.”
His voice cracked.
“But please.”
Eventually, I agreed.
I walked into the living room.
Mark looked at me.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then he said the words I had been waiting to hear.
“I lied to you.”
I said nothing.
He sat down.
“Claire and I started talking again before our wedding.”
My chest tightened.
“How long?”
He looked at the floor.
“About six months.”
I closed my eyes.
Six months.
While he was planning a future with me, he had been rebuilding something with her.
“Did you sleep with her?”
He didn’t answer.
That was answer enough.
I felt tears burning my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
“Once?”
Still silence.
“How many times?”
“More than once.”
The room seemed to tilt.
I held onto the back of a chair.
Then I asked the question that mattered most.
“Why did you marry me?”
Mark looked up.
“Because I loved you.”
“No.”
My voice surprised even me.
“You loved what I represented.”
He frowned.
I continued.
“You wanted a fresh start. A wife. A baby. A beautiful home. Someone who made you feel like you’d moved on.”
I swallowed.
“But emotionally, you never moved anywhere.”
Mark started crying.
“I was confused.”
“You weren’t confused.”
I shook my head.
“You were selfish.”
He didn’t argue.
That hurt more than anything.
Then he said something I never expected.
“Claire didn’t want me back.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“She kept telling me she had moved on. She liked having me around, but she didn’t want to remarry me.”
I slowly understood.
“You kept chasing her.”
He nodded.
“And when she wouldn’t choose you, you chose me.”
He covered his face with his hands.
“I thought I could make myself fall completely in love with you.”
My heart broke.
Not because I still wanted him.
But because I realized how little he had understood the damage he had caused.
I whispered,
“You don’t get to practice being over someone with another human being.”
He looked at me through his tears.
“I know.”
“No, Mark.”
I shook my head.
“I don’t think you do.”
I placed my hand over my stomach.
“Our baby isn’t a second chance for you.”
He stared at me.
“She isn’t going to be born into a house where her mother constantly wonders whether she’s being compared to someone else.”
He nodded slowly.
“I understand.”
But I wasn’t finished.
“And Claire isn’t the villain here.”
That surprised him.
“What?”
I looked toward the window.
“She’s responsible for her choices. But you were my husband.”
I turned back toward him.
“She didn’t make those promises to me.”
“You did.”
Mark lowered his head.
For several minutes, there was nothing but silence.
Then he reached into his pocket.
He pulled out his wedding ring.
I stared at it.
“I don’t want you to give this back to me because you’re angry,” he said.
“I want you to have it because I finally understand something.”
He placed it on the table.
“I wasn’t ready to be your husband.”
I didn’t touch the ring.
He stood.
“I’ll cooperate with whatever you decide.”
