“I do love you, that’s not the point.”
“That’s exactly the point,” he said and grabbed my arms. His eyes softened. “Why are you doing this?”
I swallowed. I had to be strong. “Because … it’s been nearly three years and you still haven’t gotten a job and you have no intentions of getting married.” I stared hard at him. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
He released a sigh and let me go. “I don’t want to get married,” he repeated softly.
“Then you have to go.” I blinked back tears and watched him head toward the door.
The pain was excruciating …
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