Too Late part 2
I let the silence stretch for a moment before finally speaking. “I thought you would’ve come to your senses by now.” Her expression hardened slightly, but she said nothing. I stood slowly from the swing and faced her fully. “He will never love you,” I said quietly. “Not the way you want him to.” The words slid between us like poison wrapped in silk. “He’ll never be with you the way a husband should be with his wife.” For the first time, something flickered across her face—hurt, quickly buried beneath restraint. “You don’t know that,” she replied. Her voice was calm, but too careful. Too measured. Like she was trying desperately not to let me see the doubt already forming inside her. I almost smiled. Instead, I reached slowly into my bag. “I didn’t want to do this,” I lied sof
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