May

“Celeste,” I whispered. “You know how heartbroken I was when things fell apart. You know what I went through. And now you sit here and hurt me more?”

“Mother, I’m telling you the truth because no one else will.” Her expression softened slightly. “He doesn’t love you. Not the way you think he does. Stay with your husband. Richard is a good man, a genuinely good man. He treats you well. He cares about you. Why are you throwing that away for someone who’s been lying to you from the very beginning?”

“You don’t understand,” I whispered, standing up abruptly. “You don’t understand what it’s like to love someone...