Meredith, in a rare moment of vulnerability, had begged him. Begged him.
"Okay, here it is. Your choice, it's simple, her or me. And I'm sure she's really great. But Derek, I love you. In a really, big really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me. I'll be at Joe's tonight so if you do decide to sign the papers, meet me there."
And it was true. She did love him. God, how she loved him. She loved him so much it was embarrassing, especially now. Especially now that he had chosen her. The worst thing was that she couldn't even be angry about it, couldn't be bitter. Because, he would not be the man she she loved if he had left his wife. Oh, the irony!
In retrospect, she supposed, she should have known better. She should've known better than to involve herself with an attending.
And now, now she would have to watch them be together. All the while feeling like a shell of her former self – a human train wreck.