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Wanda remained silent, her gaze fixed on Eric. In the year since she'd last seen him, he appeared to have aged considerably.
His frame was lean, his skin stretched taut over his bones. Silver strands streaked his temples, and his lips were ashen, nearly colorless.
Despite this, she refused the bouquet of pale pink roses he presented. The memory of him giving her the red roses Christina had rejected was still vivid in her mind.
"I haven't missed you," she eventually stated, her voice steady and resolute. "In truth, I wish I had left you earlier."
"Even if we were to reconcile," she went on, "your unfaithfulness would remain a constant source of pain. Whenever you'd be out of sight, I'd be plagued by thoughts of you with another woman."
Overwhelming affection had led to debilitating doubt.
Wanda was resolved not to allow him to cause her pain again. She added, "Don't return. I won't forgive you in this life."