“If there’s no trust, I don’t see how this is going to work. There’s shattered glass everywhere, and I’m going to keep stepping on it.”
His eyebrows furrowed like he didn’t understand what that meant.
“The answer is no, Adrien.”
“Because I don’t trust you. And no amount of marriage counseling is going to fix that. I’m always going to wonder if there were others. I’m always going to wonder if I’ve become that dumbass woman who actually believes her husband is a good man when he’s lying to her face. I don’t want to be a fool, Adrien.”
“I think you’re a bigger fool for throwing this away—”
“You’re the one who threw this away. I won’t let you turn this on me.”
He stared at me for a long time, anger and frustration burning in his gaze. “What I said still stands. Try with me—or there will
