Those words poured out of my lips, and I watched as he flinched.

Yet, I couldn’t care less.

“I’m so sorry Leah.

I should have believed you all those years ago,” he muttered.

“Yes you should have.

You should have trusted your wife, and not the words of the third person in our marriage,” I snapped.

He looked at me.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears, as many emotions poured through his face as he spoke.

“What do I need to do for you to forgive me?

What price do I have to pay to have you back, Leah?” He whispered, his voice low and throaty like it took everything...