Wooing The Ex-Wife

Liza and Jonathan sat in silence as Jonathan gathered back his strength to speak bit by bit. Liza hadn't seen Jonathan like this in the time she had been with him. Even he was apologizing he had an air of collectedness around him but at that moment Jonathan looked nothing less than a mess. Liza wondered how long it will take to get out of the small room they were locked in, it was becoming increasingly suffocating for her especially with the heavy air surrounding them. "It's my turn, right?" Jonathan asked, his voice was rough as if he had screamed at the top of his lungs and had got a sore throat from that. And even though it was silent in that stuffy and dim room, it seemed to be deafening to Liza. Liza nodded as a gesture for Jonathan to go ahead and ask her, his question.

The moment he had decided to challenge Liza to twenty questions, he had known that it wouldn't be a simple game, but he hadn't realized either that it will feel like walking on edge of a knife. Jonathan assessed Liza carefully as he asked her "Why didn't you ever tell me that you knew about Stacy, even when I blamed you?" Jonathan asked, cringing at Stacy's name. He watched as Liza let out a breath and leaned back against the dusty wall. She closed her eyes before opening them. Jonathan was getting more anxious with every passing second. He had spent many nights wondering why Liza had never confronted him. Why hadn't she thrown it back at him when he had accused her and more importantly why she hadn't defended herself?

to lose you," Liza said. "I thought that if you knew that I was aware of Stacy, you would leave me to be with her. So I pretended to be a fool. Besides that, I didn't want to believe that you would ever cheat on me. I tried so hard to convince myself that it wasn't real, that it was just a misunderstanding. I tried to come up with so many excuses, so many scenarios in which you would come out to be innocent. Looking back at myself now, I feel so pathetic and naïve. I foolishly believed in happily ever after's and that love could overcome everything. I thought that if I showed how much I loved you, you would stop meeting her, stop loving her, stop bringing little souvenirs in

opened her eyes while speaking "All those times I tried to do something special for you, have a romantic dinner, go out on a date or simply make love, everything just zoomed past you and you continued to walk down that path with me trailing behind trying to catch your

we had wasn't love anymore. Love is based on trust, respect, and faith. The moment you accused me, I realized that you had neither of them and