She called every day for a week. Then every other day. Finally, we met at a coffee shop, neutral ground, to talk about divorce proceedings.
The sight of her, pale and drawn, still made my heart ache, despite everything.
“I never stopped loving you,” she said, her eyes red-rimmed. “I know you probably don’t believe that anymore, but it’s true.”
“Love isn’t enough if it doesn’t include faithfulness.” I stood up. “You broke something that can’t be fixed. Trust isn’t like a vase you can glue back together. Once it’s shattered, the cracks always show.”
In the end, it was my dog who showed me the truth, and who stayed faithful when my world fell apart. Some might call it ironic — a dog being more honest than a human. I just call it love, the real kind.
Looking down at my faithful companion that evening, I managed a small smile. “Just you and me now, boy.”
His tail wagged once, and somehow, I knew we’d be okay. Not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually.
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