“No regrets,” I said firmly. “What we lost is gone, but what we have now is precious because we know how easily it can be taken away. We’re not the same people we were 15 years ago. And maybe that’s not entirely a bad thing.”
“How so?”
“We’re stronger now. We survived the worst thing that could happen to a marriage. Not death, but betrayal by someone we both trusted completely. If we can survive that and still choose to love each other, we can survive anything.”
Blaine lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles gently. “To surviving anything.”
“To surviving everything,” I corrected.
As for Richard, we heard through the legal grapevine that he’d moved to another state and was working construction. Ironically, the same kind of work his father had done when we were young and building our business from nothing.
The lottery money was long gone, spent on legal fees and seized as part of the settlement. He’d lost his house, his cars, and most importantly, his reputation.
