Chapter 351
Tristan
She was silent for so long I thought she wasn’t going to respond, thought she was going to turn around and walk away and that
would be the end of us.
Then she spoke and her voice was so quiet I had to strain to hear it.
“You really hurt me,” she said.
“I know,” I said immediately. “I know I did and I’m so sorry.”
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‘I was so scared when you were unconscious,” she continued, and I could see tears gathering in her eyes again. “I was terrified that you wouldn’t wake up, that I’d lose you before we even got a chance to be a real family.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
“And when I remembered I could heal you, when I felt that power inside me and knew I could save you, I didn’t even think about the
risks, I just knew I had to try.”
Another tear followed the first.
“I would have done anything to save you Tristan, anything at all, because I love you that much.”
Her voice broke.
“And you made me feel like that was wrong, like loving you enough to take that risk made me stupid or reckless or careless with our children.”
“It wasn’t wrong,” I said, moving closer and not caring if she stepped away. “It wasn’t stupid or reckless, it was brave and selfless and more than I deserved.”
I reached out slowly and when she didn’t pull away I gently touched her face, wiping away her tears with my thumb.
“You’re the bravest person I know,” I said. “And I’m an idiot for making you feel like that was a bad thing.”
She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch just slightly and I felt hope bloom in my chest.
“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I’m so sorry baby, please forgive me, please give me another chance.”
She opened her eyes and looked at me and I could see she was wavering, could see the war playing out behind her eyes between her anger and her love for me.
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“I don’t know if I can do this,” she said quietly. “I don’t know if I can keep putting myself out there just to have you push me away
every time you get scared.”
The words felt like a knife to my heart.
“I won’t push you away again,” I promised. “I swear I won’t, I’ll work on controlling my fear, on trusting that you know what you’re
doing, on being grateful instead of angry.”
I cupped her face with both hands now.
“Please,” I said. “Please don’t give up on us, don’t give up on me, I know I don’t deserve another chance but I’m begging you for one
anyway.”
She looked at me for a long moment and I held my breath, waiting for her decision, waiting to see if she’d forgive me or if this was
really the end.
Finally she spoke.
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“If you ever talk to me like that again,” she said slowly, her voice steady despite the tears, “if you ever make me feel that small or that
worthless, I’m done, no more chances, no more apologies, just done.”
“I understand,” I said immediately.
“I mean it Tristan,” she said. “I love you but I won’t let you treat me like that, I won’t let you disrespect me or make me feel like I’m
not good enough.”
“You’re more than good enough,” I said. “You’re everything.”
She studied my face and I let her see everything I was feeling, all the love and regret and desperation and hope.
“Okay,” she finally said. “Okay we can try again.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
