VERGIL:
“No! Vergil! No!” she yells, breaking into a sob. “You do not get to act like you are not some kind of villain. Like you are the loving husband who is only here to protect and love me.”
Tears crawl down her eyes, and her shoulders tremble. Seeing her like this breaks me further. I know she just wants me to be open to her, but I do not know how not to be the one in charge, and fighting with her is something I dread. It makes me f*****g weak—something I hate to admit.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a rough tone. “I swear to you, I’m not lying. What I did… it was to protect you.”
She scoffs, her brows wrinkling.
“I don’t f*****g need protecting!” she snaps in fury. “You think I’ve made it this far because someone saved me? I grew up almost fending for myself! I didn’t need anyone then, an
