"Behind my back." His eyes faltering a little, turned darker, yet he kept his stance strong and defensive.
"I told you, I had no choice." Slowly, my words started coming back to me, my head starting to clear. "Oh no." I shook my head in warning.
"You had a choice. You just made the wrong one. And that is going to cost you, a lot." A new rage seemed to find me, devour me whole.
I held my left hand up and violently tugged at my ring finger, throwing the rings onto the glass mirror, harshly, until they landed, broken, in a small pile, in the trash can. The mirror cracked loudly, and I saw our reflection in the cracked mirror. Just what our marriage was. I smiled, cynically, and then looked at him one last time, before walking out.
"And do you think lying to me again would make me stay." I was taken back by her question.
"Lying to you? When did I ever..."
"Cut the crap Dylan, I saw you. That night in your office. I saw the marks..." Taking her hand I placed it against my chest.
"It's not what you think. Nothing happened that night believe me."
"And why should I?"
"What?"
*****
"You are wrong. I don't feel anything about her. She is nothing compared to you."
*****
"Dylan," she removed herself from me, "I don't think I can take all this emotional roller coaster ride. Before sure I admit I was struggling to make means end but my heart didn't endure this much pain when I'm with you."
What is she saying? "What are you telling me?"
Taking her hand she removed the ring from her fingers, "I can't marry you, I'm sorry."