I looked up at Harry. This was the first time in seven years of marriage that he had spoken to me so gently.
Yet it was still for another woman, and tears streamed down my face.
After all, he was my husband whom I loved deeply, and I still thought about giving him one more chance.
Seeing that my mood had improved, Harry’s tone became less harsh than before.
“I swear, Emily and I are really just friends. I got a bit too emotional earlier. Don’t overthink it. We are a married couple. You need to trust me more. I promise I won’t treat you like this again, okay?”
I looked at Harry bitterly, holding onto the last bit of hope in my heart.
If he continued to keep in touch with Emily after tomorrow, then I would no longer love him.
