She wished he hadn't done that, because now, she couldn't fight back the warm tears that were starting to fall. Now that she was looking at him, there was no way she could disguise how hearing him say that made her feel. "Well, that's in the past now, right?" She knew he wasn't going to buy that.
She sighed a little, and figured she might as well tell him something too. "...I don't hate you. I don't think I ever did, either." Saying that just made it worse. Why couldn't she just stop, and keep a straight face. "I can't." She had to see his face every day when she looked at her... their daughter. She looked so much like him. There was no way she could hate him.