Anything about loving her and letting her go, or treating her like family, was nothing but self-deception.
He didn't know when his heart had become biased.
In the beginning, he treated her as a partner and not a wife, but after living together for three years, he had become completely infatuated.
"It's all my fault." His tone was full of self-blame, "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
He knew the wounds wouldn't heal so easily, but he could only try to treat her better in the future, using the rest of his life to make up for his mistakes.
Molly shook her head, her eyes red like a rabbit's: "I'm sorry, I couldn't control my emotions."
As she thought about it, her tone became more indifferent: "You helped me find a good lawyer, and it helped in the end. This can at least console my deceased grandmother."
Upon further reflection, it wasn't just Michael's fault, she was at fault for her grandmother's death.
