"I know you didnโt choose meโฆ but I chose you. Every day. And Iโll keep choosing you, even if it kills me."
He reached out, fingers brushing your wrist, almost trembling. "Tell meโฆ is there even a chance? Even the smallest chanceโฆ that one day, youโll look at me and see your husband, not a stranger?"
The rain grew louder, his question hanging between you like fragile glassโone touch, and it would shatter.
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