Ultimatum Time
That evening, I placed the papers on the table in front of Mark, my resolve unshakable. “We need another talk,” I said quietly but firmly. He looked at me, recognizing the weight in my tone. “No more games, Mark. Truth before trust.” My pulse hammered as he hesitated, then slowly nodded, finally understanding that there was no path forward without full honesty.
Ultimatum Time
The Truth Emerges
Mark sat across from me, visibly torn, but he knew this was the end of evasions. “Alright,” he admitted at last, his voice low. “There’s more you don’t know.” The room went still as he peeled back layers he’d been guarding, confession spilling into the silence. My emotions surged—anger, sadness, relief—but above all, I felt the heavy fog of uncertainty start to lift.
The Truth Emerges
