Broken Heels and Bitter Truths

Summary

My husband and I hadn’t spoken a word to each other in a year.

When he finally returned to the States and tried to initiate a truce, he reached out to take my hand right in front of his subordinates. I instinctively flinched, pulling away.

When he tried to slide his arm around my waist, I shoved him off entirely.

Later, a friend asked me why I wouldn't just give him another chance.

I couldn't help but vent.

"Devin and I are basically strangers now," I told her, swirling my drink. "Being in the same room as him gives us absolutely nothing to talk about.