Kristo
I started to pace. She might as well have slapped me on the face for the kind of shock this had sent me reeling into. How could she have thought it was a good idea to tell me this? I wasn’t the love type. I wasn’t the kind of guy women fell in love with, at least not for more than a night. If we hadn’t been dumb enough to get married, that was all I would have been to her, a memory, a one-night-stand, a regret. But as it was, I was her husband, and she was standing here in front of me telling me that she loved me, and I had to find a way to handle that.
I stayed quiet for a long time as I tried to think of something to say, and I could feel her watching me the entire time. Finally, I looked up at her once more, figuring that if she had been honest, the least I could manage was to
