“Her name is Elena,” he said.
I could only stare.
“Don’t misunderstand me, Maggie. I’m not planning to leave you.”
I blinked.
“You’ve just admitted you’re in love with another woman. How exactly am I supposed to interpret that?”
“I still have feelings for you.”
“That doesn’t make what you’re saying any less painful.”
Callum leaned back in his chair.
“I’ve spent a lot of time figuring out how we can make this work.”
Somehow, that statement hurt almost as much as hearing Elena’s name.
Because it meant this wasn’t a sudden confession.
He had been making plans.
Without me.
“How long has this been happening?” I asked.
He looked toward the kitchen window.
“Callum. Answer me.”
He hesitated.
“A couple of months.”
My fingers tightened around the edge of the table.
“And during those months, what exactly have you been planning?”
