“Nicky, can’t you forgive me?”
Tristan held the coffee cup tightly, the warmth from it finally thawing his frozen hands a little.
“If I had been with another man, sneaking around behind your back for two years, would you have forgiven me?
Nicole threw the question at him, and Tristan was struck silent, unable to respond.
After a long pause, he clenched his jaw and nodded.
“I would. I’d forgive you, Nicky. I love you. No matter what you did, I’d forgive you.”
Hearing his answer, Nicole let out a mocking laugh.
“That’s where we’re different, Tristan. First, I would never do something like that. And second, I don’t forgive you.”
Desperation filled Tristan’s eyes as he grabbed her hand, his voice trembling.
“Just one more chance. Please, give
ive me one last chance!”
Nicole calmly withdrew her hand from his grip, her face emotionless.
“I told you before, Tristan–if you ever betrayed me, I’d leave you for good.”
“No.”
Tristan shook his head, his heart breaking, the pain almost unbearable.
He had never felt such agony. If he had known this day would come, he would have turned away the moment Lisa appeared and
tried to seduce him.
How could he have let fleeting temptation cost him the woman he loved most?
“Go home,” Nicole said, her voice firm. “I don’t want to see you again.”
“But I love you. I can’t live without you.”
“But I don’t love you anymore.”
With that, Nicole returned to the counter and resumed making coffee.
Watching her turn away, Tristan sank into the chair, his entire body collapsing with the weight of her
