Of all the things she could have said in that moment, that was the last he would have expected. Miguel wasn't even sure he'd heard her correctly. How could she not be in love with him anymore? Just days ago, they were making love, trying to make a baby! "But..." Betrayal clouded his eyes, tears filling them, and his hands lifted to scrub them under his glasses.
"You reached out to me. You wanted me. We got married," he said, the short sentences filled with anguish. He never would have expected her to be so cruel. Why would she have given him this chance, why would she have married him, if her love was so fickle? "We've worked through so much already. You're my wife. I love you. I don't want to lose you."