I refused.
I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life protecting his reputation by pretending our marriage had ended for reasons that weren’t true.
Emily stayed in contact occasionally.
She told me she’d ended her romantic relationship with Tucker, although she intended to make appropriate arrangements regarding their child.
I hoped the baby would grow up surrounded by stability and kindness.
None of what happened was the child’s fault.
As for me, I slowly began rebuilding my daily life.
I rearranged the house.
I made plans with friends.
I started paying attention to my own goals instead of constantly organizing everything around Tucker’s career.
There were difficult mornings.
There were nights when I missed the man I thought I’d married.
Sometimes an ordinary memory would catch me off guard.
A restaurant we’d visited.
A song we’d danced to.
A photograph from a holiday.
