Page 32 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

All I can do is look at him, but pain still flashes in his gaze.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

His face whitens, and it's like seeing someone collapse as he sinks into the armchair behind him.

"What the hell happened to us?"

I sit down as well, and I feel like crying at the way he's staring at me.

"I'm sorry."

"Is that really all you can say to me?"

I nod.

"I still love you, Lys."

I know he's lying, but I'm just not up to explaining why I'm sure of it.

"Don't you love me anymore?"

Lying isn't even an option, but because I also know that telling him the truth would only make things worse—-

"I hope we can be friends again," I say haltingly.

"Friends..."

The way he says it makes me realize I still ended up hurting him.

"I should've expected you'd still want to be friends with me."

I look at him blankly, and his lips twist in a humorless smile.

"You're obviously still too nice to tell me the truth, but I get it now. You never loved me, Lys. That's why you can still be friends with me."

Tears sting my eyes.

Because what he's saying is absolutely and heartbreakingly true.

"I'm sorry," I choke out.

"What a fucking mess."

"I'm so sorry."

A weary smile touches his lips. "I hope you mean that..."

"I..."

"Because I'm about to do something..."

He leans forward, and my mind starts to scream.

No, no, no.

Hell will break loose for sure.

So don't let him do it.

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