Page 107 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

“That’s just it, Finn.” She dropped her chin. “We can’t forget. It’s not possible. The good turned bad. If we forget that, it will only happen again. And I don’t have it in me to go through it again. It almost broke me once. I can’t risk it. So please, go home.”

My arm dropped away from her elbow.

She hurried out of the room, leaving me alone as her words sank in.

She didn’t want to forget. Okay, then what did she want? That kiss in the yard said she still wanted me, at least.

I turned to follow her because I wasn’t letting this go. I wasn’t leaving either. But as I took a step away from the bathroom, my eyes caught on an envelope on her nightstand. I didn’t need to see the handwriting to know what it was. Another letter had come and she’d hidden it from me.

I grabbed it then relaxed when I found it unopened.

She’d kept her word.

I took it to the kitchen where Molly was at the sink, scrubbing furiously with a bleach cleaner.

“Were you going to open this?”

Her hands stilled. “No. Maybe.”

“I asked you not to.”

She tossed the sponge into the sink and hung her head. Then she rinsed her hands and dried them before spinning to meet my gaze. “I wasn’t going to. It came today and I told myself I wasn’t going to read it. But then . . .”

“Then what?”

She crossed the distance between us, lifting the letter out of my grip. “I have to know.”

“Nothing good will be in that envelope. Rip it up. Please.”

“And forget?” She stared at the envelope for a few long moments.

I held my breath, hoping the next sound I’d hear was that of crumpled paper, because if she opened that letter, we wouldn’t have a future. “Please, Molly.”

She looked up at me with tears swimming in her eyes. “I have to.”

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How could you?

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You are my wife.

You are MY wife.

You are my WIFE.

* * *

I hate you for this. I hate you for letting another man inside you. I hate you for throwing away everything we ever had. You broke my fucking heart.

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We’re done.

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Molly