Chapter 4
But that only made it hurt more.
Whenever we argued, he’d do this–take my hand and rub it gently against the stubble on his jaw.
He knew my skin was sensitive. That it’d tickle and bring up little red bumps.
I’d always end up laughing, no matter how angry I was.
“Elaine… don’t be mad,” he used to whisper.
“I’ll make it up to you–for the rest of my life, I swear I will.”
I wanted to believe him.
I wanted to forgive him.
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But the pain stabbing into me, pain that no drug could touch, reminded me–I could never be a mother again.
Arthur, I can’t move past this.
You already made your choice, so stop pretending.
I’ll leave. I’ll step aside.
May you and Vivian Chase have your perfect love story.
For the next two weeks, Arthur cleared his schedule and stayed at my bedside.
He took meticulous care of me, never leaving my side.
When I was discharged, he brought me home, and even prepared a rose–petal foot bath, kneeling to
wash my feet by hand.
I thought maybe… maybe I had imagined it all.
“Babe, I want to talk to you about something.” He wiped sweat from his brow and smiled warmly- that same smile I used to love.
“Those three women who beat you–they came asking for a letter of forgiveness.”
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“They thought you were the other woman. That’s why they went so far.”
“It was all a misunderstanding. They’re offering compensation now.”
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