Emerson looked down for a moment, his hands fidgeting slightly as though he was collecting himself. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady but tinged with vulnerability.
“Mina,” he began, “I know I haven’t been the best fiancé. I haven’t been the best partner to you. I’ve tried to keep boundaries between us and build up walls. I know you’ve felt that.”
I nodded slightly, keeping my gaze on him.
“That was because everything happened too fast, too quickly,” he continued. “I have to admit—I thought you didn’t know what you were doing. Everything felt impulsive. You had just found out about Eric, you were brokenhearted, you were hurt, and you were seeking revenge. All I wanted to do was help you.”
I froze, the words hitting me like a cold gust of wind. There was no malice in his voice
