Page 78 of Molly

I drop my hands to my sides and squint at her. “Not the point here.”

She nods, grinning, “Sorry, sorry, you're right. Okay. Honestly? I'd forgive him. He didn't cheat. Yes, he’s an idiot, but a sorry idiot. You're miserable without him. He's miserable without you. Emma loves him. Why not just... move on?”

I drop my head to my chest. “He lied to me. I thought I was over it, but it was always there, in the back of my head, making me question him...”

“I don't think he meant to do it, sweets. I think he was trying to keep the peace and juggle too many balls. I never saw him look at Jess the way he looks at you. I think they'd been friends so long he just couldn't wrap his brain around the thought of her wanting more because he never did. He tried to fix it. He cut her off. For you. For your relationship.”

“How do I move on when I don't trust him?” I whisper, emotion clogging my throat.

Evie steps forward and puts her hands on my shoulders. “You chose to love him despite his fuck-up and re-build the trust. If you want him, Mol, you have to forgive him and let him show you that he’s sorry.”

When did she become the wise one?

???

Two hours later, I’m sitting on the couch, listening to the girls play with Emma in her bedroom. Their giggles echo through the house and make me smile.

I take a deep breath and press call.

“Molly, hey. You alright?”

“Hey Beck. Yeah, I’m fine, I just… I just need to ask you something.”

He goes silent, and I hear footsteps and then a door closing before he says, “Go ahead.”

“If you were me, would you forgive him?” I ask.

“Yes.” No hesitation.

“Do you trust him, Beckett?”

“With my life,” he replies.

“Do you thinkIcan trust him?”

“Yes.”

I sigh and roll my head forward, putting my free hand on my forehead.

“Molly?” Beck asks quietly.

“Yeah?”

“He loves you.”

“I know he does.”

“He fucked up. He knows. But I think you’ve punished him enough now.”

“That’s not what I’ve been trying to do.”

“I know that, but enough now. Forgive him. Move forward.”

I hear Penny’s voice carry down the hall and bite my lip. “Beck?”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you do it?”

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