Demanding answers
I took a deep breath and confronted him, “Why didn’t you ever tell me? Why give me someone else’s ring?”
John’s gaze wavered, and he stumbled over his words, offering excuses that felt hollow and insincere. “
I didn’t think it would matter,” he muttered, eyes cast down. His attempts to justify his actions only deepened the chasm of betrayal.
Trust shattered, and I was left grappling for understanding.