You had the flight here. You had every morning and every night of this trip. She looked down. And you still chose him. She wiped her face.
I thought seeing him would help me finally let go. You could have let go before marrying me. I know. I zipped my suitcase. She grabbed the handle.
Please don't do this. I pulled it away from her. I'm going home. Then I'll come with you. No.
She stared at me. What? I don't want you on that flight with me. Patrick, where am I supposed to go? You can stay here or go wherever you want.
That's your decision. She shook her head. You're abandoning me in another country. I looked directly at her. You cheated on your husband in another country.
Her expression changed. You're going to make me look like the bad person. I don't have to make you look like anything. She went quiet. Then she said, "What are you going to tell everyone? " The truth.
You'll destroy me. I won't tell anyone anything until I speak to a lawyer. That stopped her. You already talked to a lawyer. Not yet.
Then why are you acting like this is over? Because it is. She sat down. For several minutes, neither of us spoke. Then her phone rang.
She looked at the screen and declined the call. I noticed the name. Richard. She looked embarrassed. He's calling because he knows what's happening.
Then answer him. No. Why? Because I don't want him anymore. I picked up my suitcase.
That's between you and him. She stood again. You don't understand. Then explain it. She looked at me through tears.
He said he wasn't looking for anything serious. I almost stopped walking. So that's what this was? She didn't answer. I understood.
Richard hadn't promised her a future. She had risked our marriage for someone who hadn't even offered her one. I opened the door. Patrick. I turned.
She was holding the wedding ring I had left on the table. Please don't leave me like this. I looked at the ring in her hand. You should have thought about that before you brought another man into our honeymoon. I walked out.
I spent the night in a different hotel near the airport. Catherine called 17 times. I didn't answer. Then she sent messages asking me to come back. I didn't respond.
At 6:00 the next morning, I checked out. At the airport, I turned my phone on one last time before boarding. There were three new messages. The first said she was sorry. The second said she loved me.
The third said, "Please don't tell anyone what happened. " I stared at that one for several seconds. Then I put my phone away. That message told me everything I needed to know. She wasn't asking me to save our marriage anymore. She was asking me to protect her reputation.
I boarded the flight to Athens alone. From Athens, I caught another flight home. For the first time since we had arrived in Santorini, I felt completely certain about what I was doing. When I landed, I didn't go home. I went straight to my lawyer's office.