I know it sounds like a cliché, but real men forgive. Of course, forgiving doesn't mean reconciling, but I had decided that I couldn't live without her.

Many people would criticize my decision to reconcile with Anna, but those people may never have been as much in love, as I am with Anna. Pragmatically, I had invested six years of my life, love and heart in this woman, and I didn't want that wasted. Lastly, I didn't think that I could call myself a man if I couldn't forgive her.

Epilogue:

I glanced at my three-year-old son sitting in front of me, as I turned the Harley into Mac's Steak in the Rough and pulled into a parking spot. My wife parked her four-year-old Lexus in the bay beside me. My son smiled broadly as I plucked him from in front of me and stood him on the ground beside me.

"Daddy, Daddy" My two-year-old daughter called to me as Anna opened her door and unbuckled her from the child seat. She ran to jump into my arms. She's a bit of a daddy's girl, but I would never complain.

I carried my daughter into the restaurant, as Anna walked our son inside. With my family gathered around me, I felt that life was good. I kissed my loving wife with love and gratitude. With two pregnancies, she had gained a few pounds and, between breast feeding the kids and, sometimes, me, her boobs sagged a little, but I wasn't complaining at all.

We had a great meal, laughing and joking throughout. In fact, Anna and I had been laughing with each other since shortly after we got back together. Things were good for us, and having the kids made it even better. This was the family I had always wanted.

My career is advancing rapidly, allowing me to make more money than I ever did working for that asshole, Johnson. Anna is a stay at home mom, for now. She has plans to do some volunteer work for the hospital when our daughter, Chelsie, starts school.