Jessica’s POV.
The fog in my mind began to clear out. I felt my anger begin to shift, redirecting towards Zoey. Could it be true? Had I misjudged him entirely?
I studied his face, searching for any sign of deception. His expression was sincere, his eyes pleading for understanding. I wanted to believe him, but...
"You gave her the chance to tear our marriage into shreds," I began, my voice trembling with emotion. "I don’t know why she returned to the country, but she had family mbers. You aren’t the only one she knew."
I took a deep breath, the mories flooding back. "You were a married man, yet you allowed your ex into our ho. You took her side over mine countless tis, even though she always provoked my reaction."
The pain and betrayal boiled over and re-opened my wounds. "You let her work at your company, going places with her. As if that wasn’t bad enough, you let her take my calls and reply to my chats. Still, that wasn’t satisfying enough for you. You had to let her use your family na, you paraded her as your wife, while I stayed hidden, Liam!"
Tears stread down my face as I choked out the words. "Whenever I needed you, you were almost never there. Rember when she just ca into the house? I told you I was sick, but you left for work, telling to call Dr. Lee. But when she called you, saying she had a mild headache, you ran over and spent the whole day in the guest room with her."
The image of that day seared into my mind. "The day you got her that ring, she flashed it in my face, mocking while her hand road your chest. Doing so, she told you to go rest because you had work the next day. She could see I was having a conversation with you. She could see I was desperate to make our marriage work, yet she wanted you to leave. How could you not see that?"
I swallowed and continued, "I didn’t slap her because I hated her, I did so because she mocked , crushed my self-respect, and humiliated ."
My voice rose, accusation etched in every word. "But what did you do, Liam? You shoved aside and went to her. You’re a an person, you never treated right. Even though what you said was true, the way you treated was solely on you. She didn’t force you to treat like your enemy."
My shoulders squared as I looked him straight in the eyes, my gaze piercing with emotion. "If you had treated like your wife from the very beginning, if you had shown just a hint of respect, she wouldn’t have been able to drive us apart so easily," I declared, my voice trembling with anguish.
"You empowered her. You gave her the ammunition to destroy our marriage, and in doing so, I lost our child." The weight of those words hung heavy in the air. "And I hate you for that."
The car fell silent. I was awaiting his response. He would try to defend himself, to water down the situation. I mused. But his voice ca soft and solemn.
"I’m sorry."
I blinked. No argunts, no attempts to shift bla. Just a simple, heartfelt apology. The sincerity in his tone was undeniable, and for a mont, it took my breath away.
"I’ll be a better husband and a loving father this ti, I promise," he vowed, his eyes locking onto mine with determination. "I’m so sorry, Jessica."
He gently took my hand in his, his touch sending a spark of emotion through .
"I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you, for the suffering and heartache. For not being the partner you deserved, for not protecting our family." His voice cracked, filled with regret.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and his voice trembled with vulnerability. "I know I don’t deserve you, but please... Allow to have you," he implored, his words dripping with longing.
"Can you ever forgive , Jessica?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes pleaded for redemption, searching for a glimr of hope in mine.
The raw emotion etched on his face cracked the armor around my heart, and I felt the weight of our past bearing down on . The mories of pain and betrayal still lingered, but in this mont, I couldn’t watch him being like this anymore.
Forgiveness wasn’t logical, but love rarely was. I knew the risks of forgiving him - the possibility of future hurt, the danger of repeating past patterns. Yet, as I looked into his eyes, I felt an undeniable connection, a pull that drew closer.
Without thinking, I leaned in, my heart guiding my actions. Our lips t in a tender kiss that soon deepened, filled with longing and desire. I had missed this, missed him so much that my heart heaved a sigh of relief.
’You want more.’
’A kiss is not enough.’
’Do so crazy things in the car. You’ve always fantasized about it, right?’
The voice in my head continued to whisper, urging to explore his familiar contours with my hands. His strength was still undeniable, his toned muscles feeling like ho beneath his black shirt.
I yearned to feel them again, to rekindle the connection that once burned so brightly within . My fingers began to work on his buttons, desperate to uncover the flesh beneath.
With each button undone, my anticipation grew. The soft rustle of fabric, the gentle brush of skin against skin, sent shivers down my spine.
As the last button ca undone, I pushed his shirt aside, revealing the chest I once knew so intimately. My palms traced the contours of his muscles, relearning the terrain of his body.
As I gazed at his exposed chest, I noticed the subtle changes that had etched upon his body. His muscles were less defined than I’d known him.
Lifting my gaze to his face, our eyes locked, filled with a desire that mirrored my own. But as I searched his features, I noticed subtle differences. His skin was paler than I rembered, his chiseled face more prominent now.
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