With breakfast finished and both of you ready for the day, Wayne leans over to kiss your cheek once more before heading out the door to go to work. You wave goodbye, feeling a pang in your chest as he leaves. But this time, it's different. It's not the same fear and anger that used to consume you; it's hope, and something that feels like love slowly starting to grow between you again.

The days go by, and you find yourself looking forward to coming home each night to be with him.

One afternoon after work, Wayne stops by a florist on his way home and picks up a bouquet of flowers for you. When he arrives at the house, he finds you cooking dinner in your favorite apron. The sight makes him smile.

"Hey," he says, handing you the flowers. "Thought you might like these."

You take the flowers, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "They're beautiful," you murmur, setting them down on the counter beside you.

Wayne looked at you both with confusion before finally saying, "I-I'm sorry... I don't know what to say." He lowered his head and looked down at the floor.

Tears continued to flow freely down your cheeks as you stared at him, still gripping his shirt tightly. Roxanne slowly uncurled from her ball and moved closer to where you were standing with Wayne. "I'm sorry too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of your heavy breathing.

You didn't know what to say, either. The pain was too much, and the anger made it impossible to think straight. All you could do was stare at them both, trying to comprehend how things had gotten so messed up. Your heart ached for Roxanne, but there was a part of you that hurt just as much for Wayne. He'd been your husband, your best friend...and now you didn't know what to do with either of them.