Page 58 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Neglected Wife
I barely manage a nod. This, I’ve always known, but to hear him say this...
It hits different.
“I love you, Sienah.”
Just like how hearing him finally, oh finally, say those three words...
“Ti amu assai. Ti vogghiu beni.”
It hits different, too.
“I know it’s ten years too late—”
And that’s why...
He stops mid-speech when I start tugging at his hands for him to get up, and as soon as he rises to his full height—
Aivan expels his breath while the entire café literally releases a simultaneous‘aww’when I throw myself in his arms.
“You’re w-wrong.”
Because he’s neither too early nor too late.
“This is exactly the perfect time...”
Because it’s His timing at work.
And so...
Another heartfelt‘aww’sweeps over Flavier’s as they watch me cup my husband’s gorgeous face with shaking hands.
“I love you,” I whisper brokenly.“Ti amo anchi’o—”
I can’t say anything else, with my husband covering my mouth with his, and I end up clutching his broad shoulders as the kiss deepens, and the entire café erupts in applause and cheers. I think they also started chanting his name. Or maybe it’s our names? I’m not sure really, I’ll have to ask someone later on. Because right now, all I can hear is...
“I love you...”
This man who, not so long ago, would rather trample on my heart than evenconsidersaying those words...
“I love you...”
It’s the same man who can’t seem to stop saying it this time.
“I love you...”
And I know it’s all because of Him.
