“Did you ever love me?” Susan whispered.
“I wanted a new life,” Robert replied.
“Then why were you willing to destroy two families to get it?”
He lowered his head.
For the first time, I saw the man I’d loved for 42 years without the illusion of trust.
Over the following months, we worked with lawyers and the bank. Lisa’s financial obligations were renegotiated, and her bakery survived.
Our home was saved too.
Robert admitted he’d made terrible decisions and begged me to forgive him.
But something inside me had changed forever.
“Robert, I loved you for 42 years. But love doesn’t mean accepting betrayal for the rest of my life.”
I chose to live separately.
Six months later, Susan invited me to Lisa’s bakery.
When I entered, I noticed a framed photograph on the wall.
It was the same picture from 1989.
Me holding baby Michael.
Underneath were the words:
