"Sweetheart…" He looked worn down, stubble shadowing his jaw. "Please… let's not get divorced. I love you. I've always loved you. I've never loved anyone else. Elena… don't be so cruel to me…"
A man well over six feet tall stood in front of me, crying like he had lost everything. Lately, Julian had been crying more and more.
He used to smile. Back then, when he smiled, he carried a kind of bright, effortless confidence that made it impossible for me to look at anyone else.
How had we ended up like this? Did Julian love me?
He did. And yet, that didn't stop him from cheating. Wrong was still wrong. Regret meant nothing now. The moment he chose betrayal, the ending had already been decided.
I looked straight into his eyes. "Julian, you forgot what we promised before we got married."
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