Let's keep this about the settlement. She nodded. I understand. For several minutes, we discussed the house and the remaining accounts. Everything was straightforward.
Then Catherine pushed the documents aside. I need to ask you something. What? Is there really no chance? I looked at her.
No. She swallowed. You don't even miss me. I miss who I thought you were. Her eyes filled with tears.
I was your wife. Yes. And you loved me? Yes. Then how can you sit there like none of it mattered?
It mattered. Then why won't you fight for us? Because you already made your choice. I made one terrible decision. You made several.
She looked confused. What do you mean? You lied before I knew the truth. You kept talking to Richard before our wedding. You met him during our honeymoon.
You slept with him. Then you tried to convince me nothing happened. She lowered her head. I was scared. You were protecting yourself.
I didn't know what I wanted. You knew enough to cheat. She wiped her eyes. I thought Richard cared about me. He didn't.
She looked up. How do you know? I don't. That surprised her. But he stopped talking to you.
I continued. You told me that yourself. She looked away. I thought he wanted us to be together. And now now he says he doesn't want a relationship.
I nodded. I figured. She stared at me. You don't feel anything about that? No, not even satisfaction.
No. She was quiet. Then she asked, "Did you ever love me? " I looked directly at her. I did. She started crying.
I wish I could go back. You can't. I would change everything. I know. Then why can't you give me another chance?
Because I'd always remember what happened. She closed her eyes. I continued. And I'd always wonder whether the next time you felt confused, you'd make another choice like that. She nodded slowly.
I understand. For the first time, she didn't argue. We finished the remaining paperwork. Before she left, she stood beside the table. Patrick.
I looked up. I really am sorry. I believe you. She seemed surprised. You do?
Yes. Then why does it still end? Because being sorry doesn't undo what happened. She nodded. Then she walked away.
I didn't follow her. 6 months after I left Santorini, the divorce was finalized. The house was sold and the proceeds were divided. According to the settlement, there were no dramatic courtroom battles, no public revenge, no attempt to ruin each other's lives, just paperwork, signatures, and the end of something that had once mattered to both of us. Caleb called me that evening.