“Will you be okay?” he asks. “I know we haven’t really spoken about it much, but I’m not blind, Raya. I know you still like him.” I sigh and look away. “That would be putting it mildly,” I whisper. I’m helplessly and unconditionally in love with my husband, and it hurts. I love him so much that my heart aches at the thought of how hard he’s been trying to be a good husband to me, when it must’ve been so difficult to even let me into his life. All the while, I kept wanting more, not appreciating how much he was already giving me.
