Page 57 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Neglected Wife
Please help me understand, God.
I keep my head down as I walk. I’m not even sure where I’m going. Or what I want to do. All I know is that I...
Please, God, please.
“Sienah...”
Fingers cup my elbow from behind, stilling my movements before spinning around.
That voice...
I know the world may be expecting me to hate him, but the moment I hear that voice...
Finally, oh, finally.
That’s all I can think about even as every conversation dies down, and Flavier’s becomes as silent as a graveyard.
Finally.
That’s all I can feel even as all eyes turn to us like we’re the stars of tonight’s show.
I don’t care what anyone thinks. All I care is about what God has now made heartbreakingly clear, and it’s that finally, oh finally...
The wait is over.
I slowly raise my head, and my heart that’s already bruised and bleeding...just breaks all over again when my gaze finally collides with his, and I see Aivan—
A man who’s always appeared so fearless and strong and proud—
His hair is wild, his clothes wrinkled like he’s slept in them. But it’s his gaze that makes me cry in earnest. Because in those dark eyes, I see the same despair and hopelessness that I’ve been struggling not to drown in, ever since we were apart.
His gaze drifts to somewhere behind me, and when I follow his line of sight—
Toby.
I look back at Aivan, and he doesn’t even try hiding what he’s feeling. It’s all in his eyes, his heart on the altar for me to either stab or heal. Aivan is completely defenseless and distraught, and this also shows in his voice, when he finally speaks.
“You’re leaving me?”
Oh, Aivan.
That he’s asking this tells me everything, his question answering what I asked Toby earlier, and though a part of me wonders if perhaps I could’ve saved myself from heartbreak, if I’ve just let Toby explain fully—
There’s a time for everything.
But for now, it’s the man in front of me who matters most, andoh God...
Aivan is now on his knees.
“I know I don’t deserve you. I know I’ve been the worst husband, the most selfish man. I know I destroyed everything good between us with my coldness and my pride and my stupid, stupid fear of feeling anything real.”
A sob spirals out of my throat at the rawness of his voice, and I’m not the only one affected by the way everyone around us is either sniffing or acting like they have something in their eyes.
“I had to lose you to realize what you truly meant to me. How selfish I’ve become. Howarrogant.It took losing you to make me get down on my knees and pray...that you’ll forgive me.”
I want to tell him this is all...unnecessary, but all I can do is cry harder as Aivan slowly reaches for my hands.
“I know Myca made it seem like something happened between us. But it wasn’t...I wasn’t...Inevercheated on you.”
