“Why did you waste your life?” she repeats, and when I still don’t answer, she adds, “On me.” She turns her back to the altar to face me. “You could have had any woman in the world. Why me?” Her bottom lip starts to tremble at her words, and I hate that I ever let her doubt my intentions. I could treat my wife like my own personal slut but still make her feel loved. I chose to make her fear me and hate me instead. That was so stupid of me. I reach out and cup her soft face.
