“No.”
“Then why hide money?”
“I was scared.”
“So was I. I married you anyway.”
Then Mark reached toward her.
He stopped himself halfway.
But we both saw it.
That tiny motion told me everything.
I looked at Mark.
“My attorney will contact yours.”
His face went pale.
“Carol.”
“I’m filing for divorce.”
“After thirty-one years, you’re just done?”
I stared at him.
“That’s an interesting way to describe what happened.”
“We can go to counseling.”
“You should.”
“I mean us.”
“No.”
He looked stunned.
I think Mark had believed 31 years gave him protection.
As if history guaranteed forgiveness.
Daniel stood.
He removed his wedding ring and placed it on the table.
Jenna stared at it.
“I love you.”
He swallowed.
“I believe you think you do.”
“Please don’t leave.”
“You left first. You just kept sleeping next to me.”
Then he looked at Mark.
“I hope she was worth losing me.”
