Barely holding myself together, I took a hot shower, hoping to wash away the ache. Just as I started drying my hair, Ryan walked in.
Without a word, he took the towel from my hands and gently started drying my hair, his touch oddly tender.
It felt surreal like nothing had ever happened.
Then, he spoke, almost hesitantly. “Julia, I can explain. I helped her today for a reason.”
I looked at him as he continued to explain, “Kate… she doesn’t have much time left. The doctor says she only has a few months.”
I frowned, taking the towel back from his hands with a cold, suspicious look.
He noticed, and his brow furrowed. “I didn’t think you’d be so heartless about this,” he muttered.
I didn’t respond. I just grabbed my hairdryer and turned it on, ignoring him completely. I didn’t have the energy to argue with a man who cared more about his mistress's needs than his own wife’s dignity.
But he wouldn't let it go. Ryan reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling it down. “Julia,what exactly do you want?” He took a deep breath and added, “I’ve explained everything. What more do you need?”