I see who he’s become, who he’s always been, and I...
I don’t get it.
Why would a man like him want someone like me?
A man who could have anyone, choosing the woman whose own husband decided she wasn’t worth keeping—
“There are things we’ll have to talk about eventually.”
I can only nod...even though a part of me is terrified to even think what those things could be.
“But for now, all you need to focus on is getting better—”
Oh, if only it would be that easy. But I still have to make a living—
What the?
He’s just pinched my cheek like I’m a little girl being scolded, and he’s now...unbelievable. He’s actually gazing at me now like he’s actually expecting me to thank him for his discipline?
“We are two adults, are we not?”
I find myself nodding absently, fascinated as I am at the way he suddenly sounds so...British?
“Then may we drop the formalities and speak plainly?”
I nod again while thinking,yup,I’m not imagining it or anything. He really sounds so, so British—
“Are you going to sign the divorce papers?”
—and I guess that’s what I should be on the lookout for, the next time this happens.
When he starts sounding super British,watch out!
His next words are sure to give me a heart attack, and that’s why I’m now sputtering incoherently.
“W-Why—I d-don’t—”
“Yes or no, Nicole.”
“But I don’t understand why it even matters—”
“Because I want you.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“From the very first day we met, I’ve wanted you.”
This can’t be true.
“But you were already with Pettyfer, and I knew you would never be the type to leave him.”
Am I really, really hearing this?
“But now that he’s cheated on you, it’s my turn now. I intend to make you mine. For the rest of our lives.”
All I can do is stare. Is this really happening?
The fingers around my chin tighten.