November 23rd (4)
Diego looked at her and smiled faintly. "We are married."
"Why yes." she said remembering that terrible day. "And I wish I had known the ring was yours; now I don't know whether in accepting your father's proposal I committed a sin or not, because what I said was not a lie, but I thought it was, and if intent is what counts it was a dreadful lie. I will have to tell the whole story to Father Benitez as soon as I can to see what he tells me. I hope he doesn't get mad like the day we got married, when he realized we were hiding something from him. I had to tell him I was pregnant, and he didn't believe it was yours. Good thing he finally married us."
Diego's expression saddened. "I'm sorry."
"What do you mean you're sorry? Is it that you don't want to be married to me?" she said hurt, not knowing how to interpret what he had said.
He shook his head, somewhat agitated. "I'm sorry for being weak and taking advantage of you without being married, for not telling you who I was because I was ashamed of my behavior and decided to wait until when I knew how to remedy the situation. I am also sorry that I exposed you to the gossip of others, and that you did not have the wedding you deserved, with your family and friends by your side, a pretty dress, and flowers. I'm sorry I'm not a better husband to you, but I will never regret that we are married, no matter what." he said trying to squeeze her hand and breathing wearily.
