“I
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sent Sarah away. I committed her. To a
mental hospital. Why won’t you give me
another chance? Isn’t that enough?”
I shook my head. “Mark, it’s over. Some
things can’t be fixed. What you do with Sarah
is your business, not mine. As for chances… I
gave you plenty. Did you give me any?”
He stared at me, reaching out. “I was afraid
of losing you. I just…”
I pulled away. “Those are just selfish excuses.
What about our wedding? Giving that to
Sarah? What about our wedding night, spent
with her? What about me, bleeding in the
hospital, with no one to sign the consent
forms? It’s over, Mark. I’m not a toy you can
pick up and discard whenever you please.”
L
He tried to grab my hand again. “No, it wasn’t
like that…”
I slapped him. “You knew the truth. You knew
I was suffering, and you did nothing. You
watched me fall apart. Even when I lost the
baby because of her, you did nothing. Tell me
again it wasn’t like that. Explain all of this.
Oh, and by the way, it was Sarah who liked
the bracelet, not me!”
He didn’t react. He just stared, head bowed,
shoulders slumped. His eyes were red.
I watched him, feeling no satisfaction. I just
wanted to be free of the past.
He mumbled apologies. “I’m sorry, Wendy. I’m
so sorry. I don’t know what to say… I’m just
so sorry.”
I said nothing. The vibrant young man I once
knew was gone.
He whispered, “Will you ever… come back?”
“No.”
He choked back a sob, then crouched down,
covering his face. His cries echoed in the
night. I walked away.
He agreed to the divorce quickly. Along with
the lawyer’s notification, I learned he’d signed
over everything to me, including the house. I
refused it. I wanted no reminders.
Beth, the team, and I poured our energy into
the new company. We became industry
leaders, rediscovering our passion and drive. I
found myself again.
<
Three years later, I heard Mark’s name
mentioned at a reunion of former colleagues.
He was dead. A car accident. He’d been
clutching the baby clothes I’d bought, and his
last text message was to me, saying he was
sorry, that he missed me.
I just smiled faintly.
Sarah hadn’t fared much better. When she
heard about Mark’s accident, she’d slit her
wrists. This time, she succeeded. She was
buried next to him.
After the reunion, Beth suggested we visit
Mark’s grave. I agreed. Beth brought a bottle
of whiskey, placing it on the headstone.
I looked at his picture, then spoke just one
sentence. “Goodbye, Mark. I hope we never
<
Three years later, I heard Mark’s name
mentioned at a reunion of former colleagues.
He was dead. A car accident. He’d been
clutching the baby clothes I’d bought, and his
last text message was to me, saying he was
sorry, that he missed me.
I just smiled faintly.
Sarah hadn’t fared much better. When she
heard about Mark’s accident, she’d slit her
wrists. This time, she succeeded. She was
buried next to him.
After the reunion, Beth suggested we visit
Mark’s grave. I agreed. Beth brought a bottle
of whiskey, placing it on the headstone.
I looked at his picture, then spoke just one
sentence. “Goodbye, Mark. I hope we never
I looked at his picture, then spoke just one sentence. “Goodbye, Mark. I hope we never
meet again.”
