My Husband Thought I Was Asleep and Whispered the Truth I Wish I Hadn’t Heard
“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, almost hesitant.
I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
A moment passed. He sighed, tucking the blanket around me gently. Then, he left.
My heart ached. I wanted to call him back, but pride held me still.
Minutes later, I got up, crept to his door, and knocked.
When he opened it, neither of us spoke.
We just fell into each other’s arms.
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