“Yes, you do. You’ve been apologizing for things that weren’t your fault for as long as I can remember.”
She placed the phone on the table.
“Is she coming with Julian?”
“I suppose so.”
“Of course she is.”
Julian Cross.
The name had not crossed my lips in years, but I remembered it as clearly as I remembered the day my marriage ended.
He had been Elena’s boss at a successful property investment company. He was wealthy, charming, and accustomed to getting what he wanted. According to Elena, he offered her everything I couldn’t: expensive cars, luxurious holidays, designer clothes, and a life without financial worries.
She had chosen him.
And I had been left standing in the hallway with our nine-month-old daughter in my arms, watching the woman I loved walk away from our family.
Before that night, I believed there were certain things a person could never do to the people they loved.
