“She would have blamed me.”

I stared.

“You let me blame myself because you were afraid Ingrid would blame you?”

He looked down.

That was the moment whatever final thread of sympathy I still held for the marriage snapped.

Not because of infertility.

Because Lukas had repeatedly chosen my pain over his discomfort.

PART 22 — WHAT LUKAS SAYS ABOUT LOVE

He started crying.

“I did love you.”