The first line read:
Meryl, I lied when I made you believe your cancer was why I wanted to end our marriage. I’d been planning to leave you for almost two years.
I slowly sank to the floor.
“No… Wade, please tell me this is a lie.”
I was sobbing so hard that he had to hold me upright.
He knelt beside me and put an arm around my shoulders.
I was sobbing so hard that he had to hold me upright.
“I wish I could,” he said.
When I finally caught my breath, Wade brought the shoebox down beside me.
I kept reading.
Randall wrote he’d been unhappy for years and kept postponing the conversation about leaving.
“I knew he was considering divorce.”
Near the bottom of the page, he’d added:
I’ve included the paperwork because I know you have no reason to believe me without proof.
I looked up.