Page 65 of Betrayed

“God, I’m here. Finally talking to her … and You. What do I do?”

AJ’s words echoed again. Forgive me.

“I don’t know how. What does it mean to actually forgive her? Pretend like it never happened? But she betrayed me. How do I forgive that? I don’t know how.”

He seized the whiskey and removed the lid. He poured the glass full.

Staring at the amber liquid, he swished it around, careful not to spill it on his hand. Drinking wasn’t the answer. But he wanted to continue to ignore the pain, the reality, the truth.

He needed to seek God.

He needed to pursue his wife.

He needed to accept Christ’s forgiveness and AJ’s.

He needed to forgive AJ.

More of her words bombarded his mind.

I needed you to be there occasionally, not burying your face in a stupid glass of whiskey.

He stopped the motion of the glass. No, he was done with this. If he kept drinking, nothing would change.

He stood and whipped the glass across the room, whiskey and all.