The Life I Thought Was Over

wanted?”

My chest tightened.

“Because if you do,” he went on, “we can end this right now. I’ll sleep on the couch. We can talk to a lawyer tomorrow. Annulment. Whatever you need.”

I stared at him.

This man—my husband—was offering to walk away on our wedding night because he was terrified of having hurt me.

“Dan,” I said softly.

He looked at me, eyes desperate.continue reading …