“It should’ve been me, Val,” he said—the name only he and my mother ever used. “It should’ve been me, so you wouldn’t be living like this.”
I broke down. I wasn’t only hurting, I had hurt him too. I chose Reynold. And now I was drowning in the consequences.
“I’ll wait,” he said after a pause. “But in a month, no matter what you decide, you’re leaving with me. You’re divorcing him. And you’re marrying me.” His words were final.
I clutched my chest, staring toward the room soaked in betrayal.
Reynold had his happiness. Why couldn’t I have mine?
“I won’t change my mind, Damian,” I said, firmly now. “Once the divorce agreement is processed, I’m marrying you. I promise.”
If I could love a man like Reynold so deeply… Then maybe loving Damian would be easier.
This time, I will choose the man who would choose me back.
