“You have been telling me for months that you were building a future for us. I believed you.”
Tyler took a step toward her.
“Rachel, please.”
She moved away.
For the first time, I wondered whether Rachel had expected Tyler to choose her over me in every possible circumstance, without realizing that the man she had chosen might be far less decisive than he appeared.
I did not feel sorry for her.
But I recognized the expression on her face.
It was the expression of someone discovering that the story she had been told did not match reality.
Tyler turned toward me.
“Debra, can we please talk alone?”
I shook my head.
“We have spent eighteen years talking. You had eighteen years to tell me the truth.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“I made a mistake.”
I looked at him.
“One?”
He lowered his head.
“I know I hurt you.”
