Page 9 of Billionaire Unforgettable: Tanner

I’d felt disregarded and unloved, and feeling that way had been slowly killing me.

“Maybe I was a little distracted,” he admitted reluctantly. “But I would have heard you if you’d told me how you felt.”

I rolled my eyes.

The man was still in total denial about what had happened.

“You didn’t,” I said flatly as I sealed one of the boxes. “I’d been trying to get you to hear me for a long time. You were completely obsessed with KTD Remington. I got that. You, Kaleb, and Devon had built that company from nothing. You wanted to succeed. I waited on the sidelines and supported you, but I finally realized that I was never going to come first with you anymore, no matter how successful you became.”

“You always came first, Hannah,” Tanner said gruffly.

“Did I?” I asked, shooting him a pointed stare. “Do you realize that the last time I talked to you was my birthday? I didn’t want a gift. You’d given me so many material things, and we were building our home. Maybe I just wanted you to acknowledge the fact that you remembered.”

It hadn’t always been that way with Tanner.

We’d spent a lot of blissful, meaningful years together before his intense obsession with KTD’s success.

Once KTD had started its rapid rise to success, everything had gone downhill from there.

I didn’t mind that he had to travel.

I didn’t mind that he was a little distracted sometimes.

What I did mind was the complete and utter disregard that he showed me once he became successful.

It had slowly and painfully ripped my heart out.

I tried to be patient and give him some time to adjust to his success.

I’d hoped that he’d go back to appreciating what we’d had.

Unfortunately, that had never happened.

“Did I really forget your birthday?” Tanner asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” I answered simply. “Just like you forgot a lot of other personal things. We were building a home together. You couldn’t even be bothered to give me any input. We were also planning a wedding, but you never wanted to discuss an actual date.”

“I wanted you to do whatever you wanted,” he protested.

“And now you’re probably living in a home that I planned and decorated,” I answered drily.

Tanner and I had never lived in his home together. It was close to completion when I’d left, but we’d still had another few months before it would be ready.

Our wedding had also been planned, but those plans were never really executed since he’d put off setting a date.

“I always thought there was someone else,” Tanner told me.

My head shot up and I met his earnest gaze. “Seriously?” I said in a disappointed voice.

I’d been so crazy in love with Tanner Remington that I’d never looked at another man after we’d met.

He’d been my everything for over seven years after that.

“Yes,” he answered grumpily. “You didn’t even leave a note or any explanation. I overheard your mother mention to someone that she thought you’d be happy in Seattle. I assumed that meant that you’d be happy with someone else.”

Obviously, Tanner had never asked my mother for specifics or he would have found out the truth.

“I wasn’t,” I said as I pushed the boxes of donuts toward him. “I mean, I was happy, but not with another man. A woman doesn’t just get over a very long relationship to skip off with another guy. Well, maybe some women can, but you should have known me better than that.”

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