Wife's Despair After Loss

Damari didn't go back to Nora's place; instead, he came home to us.

When Nora called, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice smooth and calming, "Nora, I'm alright. There's no need for you to come over."

From what I could gather, she was likely offering some comforting words, to which Damari occasionally replied with an "Mm-hmm" to reassure her.

As the conversation went on, Damari's voice grew sharper, tinged with annoyance: "Nora, Harlee's decision to jump was her own choice. She brought it on herself. It's not your fault."

His eyes turned a shade darker. "Even if there's payback, let it come for me."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he realized he might have been too harsh. He softened his tone, "Nora, get some rest. Don't make me worry."

The room was silent, and Damari lay back on the Victorian-style couch, eyes closed, as still and silent as a statue.

He stayed like that for so long that I almost thought he had drifted off to sleep.

Then suddenly, I heard a quiet, sarcastic whisper: "Idiot..."

Idiot?

Indeed, an idiot.

How foolish it was, after ten years of being in love, to find out that Damari had fallen for someone else.

How foolish it was to expose his deceitful lies and still stubbornly go through with marrying him.