Page 97 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

The street sign blurs before me.

I squeeze the steering wheel tighter.

I didn’t cry when my wife cheated on me.

I didn’t cry during our divorce.

I don’t remember the last time I cried from sadness.

But my throat aches.

And my heart fucking hurts.

Why does this hurt so much? I did the right thing.

I keep telling myself that.

I did the right thing.

By letting her go, I’m letting her choose whatever future she wants.

By letting her go, I’m not holding her back.

Letting her go was the most chivalrous act I’ve ever done.

So why does it feel like I just made the worst decision of my life?