Until he sat down and calmly announced that our marriage was about to become something I had never agreed to.
“Her name is Elena,” he said.
I could only stare.
“Don’t misunderstand me, Maggie. I’m not planning to leave you.”
I blinked.
“You’ve just admitted you’re in love with another woman. How exactly am I supposed to interpret that?”
“I still have feelings for you.”
“That doesn’t make what you’re saying any less painful.”
Callum leaned back in his chair.
“I’ve spent a lot of time figuring out how we can make this work.”
Somehow, that statement hurt almost as much as hearing Elena’s name.
Because it meant this wasn’t a sudden confession.
He had been making plans.
Without me.
“How long has this been happening?” I asked.
He looked toward the kitchen window.
