My husband boarded a flight to Cancun with his mistress… never imagining that the wife he looked down on would be ser.ving him re.venge in first class.
“Can we talk?”
“Not really.”
He swallowed hard.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”
I looked at him for several seconds.
Then I asked quietly:
“For what?”
He blinked.
“What?”
“For lying?”
I took a step closer.
“For cheating?”
Another step.
“For humiliating me?”
His eyes dropped.
“For stealing from your company?”
I shook my head.
“Or are you sorry because you got caught?”
Ryan opened his mouth.
No words came out.
Because we both knew the answer.
Finally, I said the thing I’d wanted him to understand for years.
“Don’t apologize because you lost everything.”
He looked up.
“Apologize to yourself for believing that hurting a good woman somehow made you a bigger man.”
