I called again.
Nothing.
So I continued reading.
Michael wrote that after eight months, he was the one who ended the relationship.
According to him, Susan already wanted to tell me the whole truth.
Michael had begged her not to.
He wrote:
“If we had told you the truth, I would have lost you, and you would have lost your husband and your best friend at the same time.”
That sentence made me even angrier.
They had made the decision for me.
They had even decided how much pain I was allowed to know.
Then I reached the hardest part.
Over the years, Susan had tried several times to leave my life.
And suddenly, I remembered.
Once, without any explanation, she told me she wanted to move to another state.
I cried.
I told her:
“I’m not going to let you leave. You’re my family.”
She stayed.
Now I understood why she had hugged me for so long that day.
Another time, she stopped coming to our house for months.
I got angry and forced her to explain what was going on.
She told me she was simply very busy with work.
It was a lie.
She was trying to distance herself from me.
And every time, I pulled her back into my life.
At the end of the letter, Michael wrote that after he was diagnosed with cancer, he had made Susan promise that she would tell me the whole truth after his death.
I knew nothing about it.
During the last few weeks of his life, Michael often spoke privately with Susan.
I thought he was asking her to take care of me after he was gone.s
It turned out he was actually asking her to finally stop lying to me.
I was still reading when someone knocked on the door.
It was Susan.
She hadn’t run away.
She had simply spent the entire morning sitting in the café across from the hotel.
When I opened the door, she didn’t even try to smile.
“Did you read it?”
I didn’t want to slap her.
I didn’t even want to scream.
And somehow, that was worse.
I simply asked:
“How many times did you sit at my table, look me in the eye, and remember that you had slept with my husband?”
Her face went pale.
“Every time.”
“And when he died and I cried in your arms?”
Susan’s eyes filled with tears.
“Every minute.”
“And when you told me Michael loved me?”
“He did love you.”
For the first time, I raised my voice.
“Don’t defend him.”
Susan remained silent.
Then she sat down in a chair and told me something that wasn’t in the letter.
“I fell in love with him.”
The room went completely silent.
“And him?”
Susan lowered her eyes.
“I thought he loved me too. But when I told him he had to choose, he ended it with me that same day. He said he would never leave you.”
Was that supposed to comfort me?
It didn’t.
I asked her:
“Then why did you stay in my life for another twelve years?”
