Our marriage hadn’t been perfect. We had problems that a week in Florida couldn’t erase.
But Jessica hadn’t stopped loving me.
Richard had offered her expensive gifts, exotic trips, and a luxurious life.
She’d refused everything.
She’d wanted to come home to the man she’d married eight years earlier.
I framed our photograph and placed it beside our bed.
Sometimes I still replay our last argument. Sometimes I imagine what I’d say if I could have those final minutes again.
I’d tell Jessica I believed her.
I’d apologize for letting another man’s attention make me question her love.
And I’d ask her to stay so we could have the conversation she wanted.
But none of that is possible now.
Richard tried to steal my wife because he believed everyone had a price.
He never understood that Jessica had already made her choice.
And I lost the woman I loved before I had the chance to understand how deeply she still loved me.
