Max was absolutely positive that he didn't deserve more. How could he, when he'd never deserved Siobhan? It was impossible even to imagine there being more. More what? More happiness? More love? Not a chance. His gaze dropped to her ring as she spun it, his nerves twisting tight with every movement. Was she going to break it off? If Max had to tell everyone it was over - what could he ever say that would explain? His father would be furious, and disgusted. Roger would be both equally, and on Siobhan's behalf as well as his own.
"I'm sorry," he said again, his hands shaking as he held them against his sides so she wouldn't see. "For - being this way." And for lying, for misleading her, for wasting years of her life that she could have spent looking for someone - Max couldn't blame her for not wanting to marry him. His lungs hurt. Slowly, trying to look normal, he lowered himself into a chair. His shopping was still all over the floor. Her earrings. She wouldn't want them now, from him.
He looked up at her. "Siobhan." His voice cracked on the word. He wanted to beg her, to stay, to forget all this had ever happened, to let them go back to the lie.