Page 15 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
"James, I never didn't want to marry you. You kicked me out. Because you believed the word of your ex-wife over me. I'd like to know why."
"It's not that I believed her over you. My whole life I grew up hearing my parents say I wasn't good enough. I married Isabella and heard it even more. It was ingrained in my head that no one would ever really love me, they'd just love my money.And combined with the guilt I feel about how our relationship started...it wore me down. All those nagging thoughts were swirling around in my head. You couldn't give me a name and it just seemed..." his voice trailed off. "It seemed like everything I was ever told was true. And I was drunk. And I was hurting. That's not an excuse. It's just what happened. I didn't believe her over you. I just believed what I thought was true, what I've always thought was true."
I nodded. "Okay."
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
"So...you forgive me?" he asked.
I bit my lip. "There's one more thing. All those notes you wrote her. James, it really seemed like you were in love with her. I don't know why you didn't just tell me that. There's a reason why you wanted to have kids with her and not me. There's a reason why you trust her more than you trust me. There's a reason."
"No. Baby."
I looked down at his chest.
"Penny, look at me." He put his fingers under my chin and tilted my face toward his. "I hated my life. I forced myself to write those notes, trying to convince myself that I was happy. But I was drowning. Everything I wrote was a part of the facade. It's what I thought I was expected to say. I was going through the motions. And when I didn't feel like I was suffocating, I wascompletely numb. My life was meaningless. I was so depressed. You want to know why I really don't want to have kids? It's not just because I worry about my own problems. Yes, I worry that I'll slip and not be there for them. But mainly I just don't want to fuck them up like my parents did to me. I worry about not being good enough. The same worries I have about you. But if you want kids, let's have kids. We can make babies right now. I want to give you whatever you want."
I smiled up at him as I rested my chin on his chest. "I do understand. We don't have to have kids, I just want to be with you. It just hurt so much to see that you wanted children with her."
"I would have killed myself if I had a bunch of demon spawn running around."
I think he thought it would be funny, but I didn't find it humorous at all. There was something in the back of my head that had worried me for awhile. I had read books and articles about addiction. It was insinuated that addiction was linked with mental illness. And he had just said that he had been depressed. "Have you ever thought about that?" I swallowed hard. "Killing yourself?"
"Penny, I would never leave you."
"I know. I just mean...before we knew each other. Did you ever think about it?" I realized I was holding my breath as I waited for his answer.
"Once, maybe. I remember sitting in my office at Blive Tech. I had a press conference that I was running late for and myoffice phone was ringing and my cell phone was ringing and I had a million unanswered emails that I was staring at on my computer. I looked out the window at Central Park and realized that I wanted to be anywhere in the world but where I was. And maybe for a second, I thought about just how high up my window was."
I exhaled slowly.
"I had already been thinking about selling the company. I had been fighting with Isabella about it for months. And in that moment, I just knew I couldn't keep going the way I was going. So, I went to the press conference and talked about how I was stepping down instead of whatever I was supposed to be talking about. I don't think I ever would have killed myself. I just...I needed that moment of clarity to push myself into finally making a decision for myself for once in my life."
"And you decided to be a professor instead?"
He ran his fingers through my hair. "Yeah."
"Had you always wanted to teach?"
"I had been thinking about it for awhile. It felt so much more meaningful than what I was doing."
"And you loved it?"
"Yes. More so here than in New York, though. Moving to Newark really was my fresh start. Teaching in New York still felt stifling. Maybe because I was still living with Isabella. But yes, I loved teaching. It really felt like I was making a difference."
I smiled. "Do you ever miss it?"
"My first priority is always you."
I knew that he meant what he said. But there was also another truth in it. He missed teaching. Why had he never told me he missed being a professor? I let go of his hand and shifted so that I was straddling him. "Okay, here's the deal, Professor Hunter."
He smiled at me calling him that.
"I will marry you tomorrow under one condition. You have to start teaching again."
He put his hands behind his head and smiled up at me. "That's quite the ultimatum, Miss Taylor."
