“That’s not the same thing.”
“No. Es peor”.
Él apartó la mirada.
“I thought we were building a life together.”
“So did I.”
“Cometí errores”.
Esperé.
Se tragó.
“Estaba bajo una enorme presión. La fusión lo era todo. Si hubiera pasado, podría haber asegurado el futuro de la empresa. Podría haberme cuidado de nosotros”.
“Podrías haber cuidado de nosotros diciéndome la verdad”.
“No quería perderte”.
“You brought your girlfriend to dinner with your mother while I was standing in the kitchen.”
Su rostro se retorció.
“Pensé que no lo averiguarías”.
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
Silence filled the room.
Me miró.
Me quedé mirando hacia atrás.
Ahí estaba.
No es una disculpa.
Not even a convincing excuse.
The truth.
Él no había protegido nuestro matrimonio.
He had protected his access to it.
He wanted a wife who would maintain his home, defend his reputation, and ask no questions while he pursued whatever life he wanted outside it.
