The words hung heavily in the air. She looked into my eyes only for a fleeting moment before lowering hers, crushed under the weight of guilt.
“Is this really what you’re telling me?”
I forced a calm expression, but my voice cracked, and tears blurred my vision.
“Andrew doesn’t want a formal relationship. I’ll do my best to balance things between you two,” she said.
The words stabbed me like knives.
She actually wanted two men to share one wife? My lips trembled. There was no sense in arguing about not being loved. I swallowed the fury, steadied my tone, and said,
“Let’s divorce, then. I’ll make it easy for you.”
She stiffened, panic flickering in her eyes, and shook her head with fierce resolve.
“If I married you, I’ll never divorce you. Never.”
“You were paralyzed for three years after saving me overseas. I’ll spend my whole life repaying you. Just… please don’t make things difficult for Andrew.”
I let out a hollow laugh.
“Repay me? By sleeping with another man?”
Her face went pale. My words crushed her into silence, leaving her staring at the ground in shame.
Finally, she whispered, “I’m sorry. The truth is, I love you and Andrew. I can’t give up either of you.”