I was begging.
“Please. Have you ever loved me?”
“Of course I have. Of course, I do!” Ryan snapped, his voice rising. “What kind of question is that?”
His eyes searched mine, desperate, angry, pleading all at once.
“Look at me and say I don’t love you...I dare you. I married you. You’re right... I’ve known Ariana for years. She was our neighbour. I dated her when we were teenagers, yeah. But that means nothing. The moment I met you...saw you, I knew you were the one. If I loved her, if I wanted her, I would’ve married her.” He snapped his fingers. “Just like that. She would be my wife. But she’s not.”
He looked at me, breath heavy.
“She’s not, because I love you. I married you. I want you.”
Before I could make sense of it, he dropped to his knees. Right there in front of me.
“I’m s
