It all made sense now.
Five years ago, she left him for his own good.
Five years later, she walked away again. Still for his own good.
She had orchestrated everything for his sake. He, like a blind fool, had clung to his hatred. He had put her through hell again and again.
No wonder that morning when he told her to take Amanda to breakfast, she had frowned and asked, "Wait, who is Amanda?"
No wonder at the birthday party, when he demanded the ring, she had simply murmured, "I forgot."
There were no lies. No deception. Just the raw, ugly truth.
She was ill. The signs had been there all along. He had been too wrapped up in his own bitterness to see.
Instead, he had written off every odd behavior as another scheme for money.
A broken laugh tore from his throat. Hollow and raw. Tears
