I couldn’t see through Bryant.

All I could do was instinctively step back. “What do you mean?”

“Can we not get a divorce? Please?” Bryant clutched my wrist, his fingers

tracing my pulse, “From now on, it’s only you that I want. No one else

matters.”

I asked, “Including Teresa and Margaret?”

He said firmly, “Yes.”

“Bryant,” I sneered, full of disbelief. “Can you even convince yourself of that?”

If it was a sudden epiphany, it was far too late. I hadn’t expected him to

enough to make up for

you still

squarely,

lost the baby and he made

agreed in a heartbeat. But right then, I couldn’t

say yes.

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rushed past me to

when the slap he gave me as I miscarried wasn’t

Our marriage was

his grip on my hand tightening

eyes cleared, filled with bitter irony.

photos. Isn’t

of ice water poured

from head to toe, freezing my

but tears welled up first, breaking free from his grasp, “So, you

me? Bryant, is that what you think

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