So, he knew all along that he had been wrong. He knew the hurt he inflicted on us but justified it because of the love we once gave so freely.
But now?
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said calmly.
“Why not?” Silas’s eyes turned red, his desperation spilling over.
“Because we don’t need you anymore. I don’t trust you, and neither does Yael. We can’t wait for you forever.” My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact.
Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing–the trus
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shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…”
I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”
One by one, I pried his fingers off my arm. With each finger released, it felt like I was untangling the last of what had once bound us together. “Stop holding on, Silas. You married me out of obligation, and I’ve let you go. Let’s part ways peacefully.”
When the last of his fingers slipped free, he collapsed onto the couch, his hands limp at his sides. He buried his face in his hands, his voice breaking as he muttered over and over, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I didn’t spare him another glance as I stood and carried Yael to leave.
Yael, who had cried himself to sleep, still occasionally hiccupped in his dreams. His tiny hands clutched at my shirt, and he murmured softly, “Don’t want Daddy… don’t want Daddy…”
Silas heard it, and for the first time, I saw tears glimmer in his eyes.
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