Page 32 of The Rancher's Rejected Bride
"Just two more days," he repeated, and the bleakness in his voice made Bee bite her lip hard. But even so, she could only stay behind the protective walls of her heart.
"Is my company truly that unbearable to you?" Nicholas asked dully.
Her heart hurt.God.If only he knew. But all she could do was say the same thing over and over again. "I'm sorry."
He gazed at her, and he couldn't remember feeling this sick, this fuckingweak.The moment she left him, the moment she became someone else's, his life would never be the same again—-
And before he knew it, he was on his knees, and she was crying. He took her hands in his, and she cried harder.
"I love you, Tabitha."
But his wife only cried, her dark eyes telling him she didn't believe a word he was saying, and terror and desperation grew inside of him."Tell me."His voice was raw with emotion. "Tell me what to do so you'll believe me—-"
"I just can't—-"
"At least give me a fucking clue—-"
"I'm so sorry—-"
"I don't need your apologies," he said hoarsely. "I need you to tell me how to fix this. Didn't you tell me I'm the world's sexiest husband? Am I not that to you anymore? Does Morrison have more abs than I do? Is that fucking it—-"
"Nicholas, please!"It hurt to hear him say such things. "It's not like that—-"
"But it looks exactly like that," he said bitterly, "as far as the rest of the world's concerned."
"Nicholas, no." Pain was eating her alive at seeing him so broken, and it wasn't right. It just wasn't right, and it hurt. "It's not like that at all—-"
"Then stay. Please fucking stay. I'm begging you. Please stay."
"Nicholas—-"
"I love you, Tabitha—-"
It was too, too much. She could feel herself weakening, and it terrified her.
"I'm sorry."
And then she was running out of the room. Away from him. Maybe even for good.
Leaving him on his knees. His heart in pieces.
He really had lost her.
Bee ran and ran, but the pain didn't leave her, and she fell to her knees with a sob.God. Oh God.She had thought she was doing the right thing, setting him free. But now she was no longer sure. All she could see was the ravaged expression on Nicholas' face. All she could hear were words that he had spoken, words that he should never have said—-
Tell me what to do so you'll believe me.
At least give me a fucking clue.
I need you to tell me how to fix this.
She was leaving him because she believed he was only making the best out of the situation -—Didn't you tell me I'm the world's sexiest husband?
Am I not that to you anymore?
Does Morrison have more abs than I do?
Is that fucking it?
