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

same face. The same sad eyes. The same woman who had haunted our marriage.

Only now, I understood.

Ryan looked down at it.

For a long moment he remained silent.

Then he surprised me.

“No.”

I frowned.

“What do you mean?”

His thumb brushed the edge of the tattoo.

“I don’t think I need to anymore.”

I waited.

“For years, I kept it because I thought I deserved the continue reading …