After that, I never attempted to be playful with him again. He never initiated holding my hand, and I always walked a step behind him. Only Solana could stand beside him, and he never refused her touch.
In the eyes of others, Travis and Solana were a couple. He proudly introduced her to everyone. If it weren't for my mother's dying wish and my desperate pleas, our wedding would never have happened.
I looked at Travis in disappointment. This was the man I loved for nearly a decade. What did I ever see in him?
"Apologize?" I repeated, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "You want me to apologize to her after everything you've done?"
He stepped forward, his eyes blazing as he spoke, "We're not doing anything wrong. I'm just taking care of her. Now, apologize!"
For a moment, I considered doing as he asked, but then I looked at Solana, still smirking despite the red mark on her cheek. I realized that apologizing would mean accepting their betrayal, and I couldn't do that. I straightened my back, meeting Travis's gaze with as much strength as I could muster.
"No," I said firmly, my voice steady. "I won't apologize. Not to her, and not to you."