“I should’ve told you so much sooner. I had so many opportunities—and again, I missed them. Let them slip by, and now it feels like an actual conscious secret. Fuck, it is conscious.” Blood has drained from my face. I think I’m near tears. Motherfuck. “What is it?” I ask again. He cheated on me. He doesn’t actually love me. He doesn’t want to be with me long-term. He’s married to a woman. He has a baby. “I’m rich,” he says.
