I Thought My Husband’s Tattoo Was Just a Random Woman Until I Met Her in Real Life

me.”

The words lingered in the car. For some reason, they made me emotional.

Perhaps because forgiveness is rarer than people realize.

Perhaps because I had spent twelve years believing the tattoo represented love, when all along it represented regret.

Ryan smiled.

A real smile.

“The first thing?”

I nodded.

His smile widened slightly.

“She asked to see the continue reading …