Page 14 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
"The one that I want," I said.
"You're terrible at making decisions that are good for you. You realize that, right?"
"Luckily I have someone to take care of me."
He kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry about what I said during our fight. You're not a problem. I know you could take care of yourself. I was just upset. I didn't mean anything I said. None of it. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay." I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. "I forgive you." I waited a second. "Do you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive. All of it was my fault."
"It wasn't your fault. You shouldn't put so much weight on your shoulders. You can't take responsibility for your ex-wife's decisions."
"I didn't know she was sending you stuff. I wish you had told me. I don't want you to ever feel like you're alone. I'm sorry you had to go through all that on your own."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I know I should have. I think I thought that it would just go away if I ignored it."
He ran his fingers through my hair.
"Rob told me about what really happened between you and Rachel. I don't understand why you didn't tell me the truth about how you two ended."
"I didn't mean to lie, it's just easier for me if I remember it the way I told you. Her cutting me off...it nearly killed me. And when I found out it was because my parents paid her to stop seeing me? It made all those old feelings come up, which is probably why I jumped to conclusions about what you had done. It's something I'm sensitive about. I was raised to be suspicious of people's motivations to be close to me."
"I wish you had talked to me about it."
"I'm sorry. I should have. I just didn't want you to think that there was anything to worry about. I didn't want you to be jealous of something that didn't matter."
I looked up at him and pursed my lips. "Jealous? I'm never jealous."
"Mhm." He raised his left eyebrow.
I laughed. "So...there's nothing to be jealous of? You don't have feelings for her anymore?"
"No. No, I don't have feelings for Rachel. That was a long time ago. I think I liked her more for what she represented than who she really was. I built her up as a symbol for what my life could be without following my parents' wishes and dreams. I was young and naive and...stupidly opportunistic."
"But you loved her once."
"Maybe. It wasn't anything like this though." He kissed the top of my head.
"I'm sorry that your parents did what they did. I'm sorry that happened to you."
"I'm not." He let go of my hand and touched the side of my face. "If that didn't happen, I might not be here with you right now. I wouldn't change a thing."
I turned my head and kissed his palm. "There is one more thing I want to talk about."
"Isabella?"
I nodded.
"All I want to do right now is kill her," he said.
"You don't mean that."
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."
"Can we maybe not commit murder the night before our wedding? I was hoping to just focus on us."
He smiled. "Does that mean you still want to marry me?"
