Robert said in a low, heavy tone, "Monica, I was wrong. You knew the truth all along—why didn't you say a word? After all these years between us, is this really how it ends?"
Jerome stepped back quietly—he knew I could handle the whole situation on my own.
I lifted my gaze, my voice calm and steady. "Forgive you? Robert, I told you the truth more than once, but you never believed me. I tried to tell you Keith didn't die saving me, yet you turned a blind eye. You called me weak, said I deserved every bit of pain... I survived that fall, but the things you put me through made my life far worse than death."
Pain washed over Robert's face, and he grabbed his head in agony. "Monica, I'm a terrible man. I should have trusted you. Give me one chance, and I'll make things right. Please."
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