“It’s time you knew the real circumstances behind our marriage.”
The words struck me like a physical blow.
Every suspicion I had carried on the day he proposed returned at once.
I stepped away from him.
“Don’t do this,” I said. “Don’t stand here while she’s fighting for her life and tell me that the last several years were a lie.”
“They weren’t.”
“Then what are you saying?”
He pulled out a folded document.
His hands were trembling.
“I need you to read this.”
I opened it.
The letterhead belonged to my father’s law firm.
