I stood up, looking him straight in the eye.
I said, "I accept your apology, but I won't forgive you."
His face was ashen, his hand still frozen in midair, holding the flowers.
He asked, "Do you still remember when we first started dating? You'd work overtime until late at night, and I'd wait for you until I fell asleep. When you came back, you'd carry me to bed."
I demanded, "But then what? She wore my wedding dress. She slept with my boyfriend. Was it something I did? Was I not good enough? Or did you just stop loving me?"
The bouquet fell from his hands, tulips spilling across the floor.
He pleaded, "Rosalie, I'm trying to change. I've booked a helicopter. Tomorrow I'll take you on a trip to the coast."
I looked at him, and suddenly the whole thing seemed absurd.
I said, "What m
