"He has to apologize," he strongly said. He gripped my thighs, looking at me with a strong desire to make that happen.

"The problem is not him, James," I told him slowly. He listened very carefully for me to finish my sentence. "But you."

"I don't care what they think about me, because they are not the people that I am close to. But you, you've been by my side every single day. You were... my husband." It was hard for me to say it. I had no idea that it could be painful.

"Jamee," he plead and got off the chair to come closer to me. "I am still...