Quiara nodded while she mopped at her nose with a tissue. She understood and accepted this.
“As I said. we’ll talk it all through. We’ll probably talk it to death. Tonight, however, I am going to ask you only one question: are you willing to commit to the lengthy and painful process of putting this relationship back together? In other words, are you willing to pay a heavy price to stay married to me?”
In his minds eye, Greg had imagined the scenario of asking Quiara this question more than a dozen times. Each time, he pictured himself being cold and emotionless while he asked. He never envisioned asking it while emoting and nearly losing his shit. Unfortunately, that was exactly how it went down.
Quiara was suddenly all over Greg. Her embrace wasn’t passionate nor was it tender. It was desperate. “I love you Greg. I love you more than life itself. I’m not letting you go. I know I screwed everything up. It was my fault and I will do whatever it takes to recover. You name it and I’ll do it. You’re going to have to scrape me off of you.”
When Greg pulled himself together, he put the car into drive and accelerated. They drove off together, moving forward.