“I married you because it was the only way to save my family from falling apart.”
He nodded, understanding flashing in his eyes. “And I agreed because I thought maybe you’d see the real me, not just the man in the chair.”
As I helped Ethan into bed, a newfound resolve surged within me. Our marriage had started as a business transaction, a desperate move to settle debts, but lying there beside him, I realized it could be so much more.
We both had something the other needed—a chance at redemption, at honesty, and maybe even love. In the gentle quiet of the night, beneath the soft glow of the lamplight, I felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, together, we could rewrite the story of our lives, one truth at a time.
