"I’m sorry, Lita.” He whispered against her hair.
“I know Diarmid. You don’t have to be. It’s a lot to ask someone to accept and not everyone can play fast and loose with morals and ethics like we have to.” She took a breath, “I’m angry but in a while, I’ll know none of this is your fault. Had you never been kidn*pped, none of this would ever have come to light but I would still be lying to you. It’s no way to have a relationship and it’s best it ends. There is nothing for me to forgive you for, Diarmid. At the end of the day, none of this is your fault. It lies on my shoulders.” She stared at the fire. “I just want you to be happy and I will let you go and you can be the person you should be. The good man you were meant to be.”
He squeezed her to his side, “It was pride Lita. I was angr
