The weight of her words still lingered in the air, thick and unshakable, pressing down on my chest like a vice.
"I love you, Theo. Only you."
She had said it with such conviction, her eyes burning into mine, her voice raw with emotion. But I could still feel the wound inside me, the sting of knowing that once, maybe even still some part of her, had held onto Ram.
It hurt. I wasn’t going to lie to myself.
But she chose me.
She loved me, even when she was broken. And now, when she was finally whole again, she was standing in front of me, laying herself bare, giving me everything.
I wasn’t going to push her away.
I wasn’t going to let my jealousy taint what we had.
I cupped her face, my thumb grazing the curve of her cheek. “Say it again,” I whispered, my voice rough with longing.
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