After what seemed to be the longest minute of her life, she was startled when he yelled "shit" loud enough for the people at the nearby tables to turn their heads and look at them.
"I died..." visibly frustrated, "I've been trying all week and I still can't beat that level." Looking up at her, he sees her confused stare. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
Her voice almost trembling, she repeated, "I'm sorry."
Putting down his phone, he gently put his hand on top of her's. "I know you are, I've always known you regretted what you did. What it cost you."
Even now, after everything they had been through his touch still sent lightning bolts through her body. She slowly breathed, taking in the moment, one she didn't ever think she would experience again.
His touch seemed to heal her heart a bit, making her wish for something that she didn't think could happen, that she didn't deserve. But that she had dreamed about every night since he had packed his bags and left.
Gaining confidence from the physical connection, she softly asks, "is that why you were so fair in the divorce?"
Taking his hand off to take a sip, he put his hand softly back on top her's before responding. "I didn't feel the need to destroy you anymore than you had already done. There wasn't much more I could take away from you since you gave birth to your own destruction. I just had to stand back and let it happen."
"You're right, I did create my own misery. Most of our friends stayed loyal to you, I had to switch jobs because of the overt comments by jerks, judging looks from former friends and disgusting innuendos by men who thought I was easy to get into bed."
After taking a sip, she continued, "and now live in a crappy apartment with neighbors who enjoy screaming at each at all hours of the night while living with a three legged cat who has decided that he'd rather shit in the shower than in his litter box for some reason. So yes, I delivered my own punishment."