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I approached him.
“Do you know what I was thinking during those three months?”
He lowered his head.
“I can guess.”
“I thought you didn’t love me anymore because I’d grown older. I thought my young daughter was more attractive to you.”
Michael looked at me as though he were hearing those words for the first time.
“Sarah, did you really believe I could do something like that to you?”
“Yes.”
Tears filled his eyes.
“I didn’t choose you because you were young. I fell in love with the person you are. And Emily is the daughter I helped raise. She’s my family, just as you are.”
I started crying.
He wrapped his arms around me.
For the first time in three months, I could finally breathe without feeling a terrible weight on my chest.
When we returned home, Emily was already waiting for us.