“Can you ever forgive me?”
“I might, one day,” I said.
“But I’m never coming back to you.”
“Even though I tried to fix it?”
“Fixing a mistake doesn’t erase the choices you planned for years.
I’m grateful you finally told the truth.
But that shows me the man you could have been — not the husband you were.”
For the first time in five years, he didn’t argue.
He just nodded.
Our divorce was final a month later, without a public fight.