“What about Robbie and the girls? They won’t understand this. Hell, Warren, I don’t understand. I thought we were happy.”
“No, Dee. We were never happy. We settled. I’m not willing to do that any longer. As for the kids, I’ll not abandon them. I’ll be close and they can come see me as often as they want.”
“You’re upset about all this with your legs. That’s understandable, but it’s no reason to throw away our marriage.”
“And what if I never walk again? My God, can’t you understand? It was bad enough living with you all these years knowing your heart was buried in that grave with Justin. I won’t come home and watch your tolerance for me slowly turn to loathing.”
Diana shuddered at mention of Justin. They’d been so careful over the years to not speak of him. “That would never happen. I could never feel anything remotely like that towards you.”
“No, you aren’t the kind to hate anyone, are you, Dee. You’d pity me and smother me with your kindness.” He laughed without humor.
She had to stop this madness—tell him how much she loved him. “No, Warren, you don’t understand. I…”
“Stop it, Diana. My decision is made. I’ve had a month to think about it. We don’t love each other and I may be a silly old man, but I want that. I’ve wanted it for a very long time. The accident served to remind me how fleeting life can be. You’re a passionate woman, Dee. Perhaps you’ll never love anyone again the way you loved Justin. But with your freedom, at least you’ll have a chance. You deserve that chance.”
We don’t love each other. The words beat wild tattoo in her brain. She’d thought—hoped he loved her. He was telling her he didn’t. She could think of nothing to combat that.
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