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Tassy could barely hear anything he said, with her mind filled with memories.
So many memories, oh God.
She remembered how he had figured out her favorite song because he had been paying attention to every little thing about her.
Remembered how he had everyone sign NDAs just to protect her privacy.
But most of all, she remembered what truly mattered—-
And that was how Lucius was the person she had prayed for.
"I'll do whatever you fucking want—-" His words came faster now, tumbling over each other in his frantic desire to make his wife see he was not a lost cause. "Anything, Tassina—-"
"S-Stop."
That one word from his wife didn't just stop Lucius from speaking. It also threatened to stop his heart from beating because of the way her voice shook with finality.
Was it really too late?
And it was almost as if his wife had heard his question, with the way Tassina was suddenly struggling to yank her hands out of his hold.
It was,he realized dully.
It really was too late, his sin against her too much to forgive, and so if he truly loved her—
Lucius forced his grip to loosen, his fingers uncurling one by one from around her wrists.
He had to let her go.
God.
Oh God.
I love her, God.
But just as emptiness swelled up inside of him, he heard a soft thud, followed by small, soft hands shakily cupping his face. Her cool palms pressed against his fevered skin, her thumbs brushing the stubble along his jawline, and finally—
"I forgive you, Lucius."
Tassy's heart ached as her husband's dazed gaze clashed with hers.
"And I love you so, so—"
The rest of her words disappeared in his kiss, with Lucius hauling her into his arms. He landed on his back against the carpet, his wife atop him, and still their kiss remained unbroken. He knew he should ease up, let her breathe, give her space—-
But he couldn't.
Because he could hardly believe this was real.
And Lucius had a feeling that the only time he would allow himself to believe it was so when he was buried deep inside her sweet warmth, and his seed planted in her womb.
In the meantime, a commotion had just broken outside the office of the CEO, with an already ill-tempered Fontana throwing a fit when her father's secretary had security blocking her way.
What the fuck had gotten into this bitch?
She tried pushing past the old hag, but Alberta stood her ground. "I'm sorry. But you can't go in, Ms. Ferrer."
"What do you mean I can't go in?" Fontana screeched.