I stood and stepped toward her. Words didn’t come easily, but I knew I had to speak. This woman—who had scolded me, grown angry, and defended what she thought was hers—now stood before me, heartbroken, realizing that what she had cherished for three years had never truly belonged to her.crsaid
“He was happy with you,” I said calmly, though inside I was shaking. “I can see it in his eyes. He had a beautiful life by your side.”
The woman looked up at me, a mix of disbelief, sorrow, and something I recognized as gratitude painted across her face.
“You’re not mad at me?” she asked, voice trembling.
I shook my head.
