“Of course I did.”
“No. You did it for yourself.”
Karl frowned.
“That’s unfair.”
“You never asked whether I wanted this. You never gave me a choice.”
“I didn’t want to burden you with the decision.”
I shook my head.
“You didn’t want me to say no.”
He looked away.
For the first time since he’d appeared beside me, I understood something clearly.
The man I’d married had never trusted me enough to tell me the truth.
He’d simply expected me to accept whatever future he’d chosen.
I slowly opened my handbag and found my phone.
Without drawing attention to it, I activated the recording function.
Then I looked at Karl.
“How did you arrange the wedding incident?”
He hesitated.
“What do you mean?”
“The emergency responders. The hospital. The doctor who told me you were dead. How did you convince them?”
Karl glanced around before answering.
