Yes, guilt. Every time we’d made love. Every time we’d met secretly. Guilt. Always. I didn’t want to feel it anymore. “Give me some time. Please.”
“No, Allan, time will only weaken you even more. No, this has to be done quickly. Do you understand? The minute you see him, you’ll go right back to denial and everything we said tonight will seem stupid.”
“I’m supposed to leave him just like that.” I snapped my fingers.
“Yes. Just like that. You call him, you tell him, you come to me. I’ll be here.”
“No, give me time.” I shook my head. “I need time.”
She inhaled a deep breath and nodded. “Don’t take too long, please.”
Leave Davinder?
Was I really going to do this? How could I?
“I need to think, Elsie.” I pulled away and stared at the floor.
“Think about this, then…think about Davinder making love to his wife as we speak about how much you need him.”
I shot her a cold glance.