I waited.
“When I left, I thought you were the one who had changed everything between us. But the truth is, you haven’t changed. You’re still the woman I fell in love with. I’m the one who couldn’t accept something I had never even asked you to explain properly.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“I kept imagining things about your past. I judged you for a life you lived before you even knew me. And while I was busy deciding whether you deserved my love, I never stopped to ask myself whether I was treating you the way you deserved to be treated.”
For the first time since our argument, I saw genuine understanding in his face.
But I wasn’t ready to forgive him simply because he had finally recognized his mistake.
“Daniel,” I said quietly, “you promised to love me. You never promised that I would have a perfect past. And neither did I promise that I would never have been hurt before I met you.”
