Broken Strings

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y

That he was sorry for lying to her. That he was sorry for hurting her. That he was sorry for cheating. That he was sorry for doubting her. That he was sorry for blaming her for everything that happened. He was sorry. That's all it was. He was sorry. He was sorry for everything. He was sorry for so many things.

But he had no idea what to say.

"And what Andrew. You're sorry. So what? You're always sorry but that never changes anything." The bitterness in her voice bothered him.

He didn't deserve forgiveness. He already knew that. But he hoped they could've at least tried to figure something out. If not to save their marriage, they could've at least tried to figure something out for the kids.

"But last night." Last night, when she had let him kiss her, he had really thought that it meant that she was at least willing to try and figure something out.

He couldn't understand why she was so cold and distant right now.

Anisha smiled but she didn't let him see. Last night meant the world to her. But she couldn't ever tell him that.

Anisha knew that Andrew had fallen out of love. He didn't love her anymore. He hadn't loved her for a while.

But last night when he had kissed her, it had been enough.

It was all she had wanted. It was all she needed.

Because at least now, she knew, he had. Once, some time ago, he had loved her.

It was enough to last her through the rest of her days. The rest of the few days, some hours she had left.

He had loved her. He had. He really had.

"You don't get it Andrew. You just don't." She couldn't try anymore. After everything he had done to her, she just couldn't. "I'm tired. I'm really tired."

Mentally and physically. She was tired of everything.

She was tired to trying to force herself to get better. She was tired of trying to force herself to be happy.

"Last night was for the kids. That's why we do everything we do, right?" Her hands tightened around the cup of tea. She wanted to sleep. The medication wasn't working. She could feel a pinching sensation in her lower stomach.

But she ignored it. She needed Andrew to understand. She needed him to understand how sick and broken she was. "I'm sure Mira still thinks you love me. But honestly, I think we should just stop. Stop pretending and faking all this. It's a lot of work, it's too much extra work. "

She bit her lip, trying to control the slight waver in her voice before continuing. "Our marriage failed. It's that simple. We just didn't work out Andrew. But that's okay. A lot of people fall out of love. Ryan understands and it's better for Mira to understand now. She can't grow up pretending that everything is going to have a Cinderella-type ending."

Because that was exactly what Anisha had wanted. But life had proven otherwise. Things just didn't work like that. Life just didn't work like that. Now, she wanted her daughter to understand and grow-up. Anisha wanted Mira to forget about the stupid Cinderella story that the little girl was observed with. It would save Mira from the of heartbreak, the same type of heartbreak that her mother was suffering with.

"But between us, I don't know what I could have done differently. I tried to be a good wife. I tried to be a good mother. That's what keeps me awake at night. Because I really don't know what I could've done. I wish I knew. I really wish I knew what I could've done differently. And maybe, maybe then you would still love me."