A single tear rolled down my left eye as I watched the distance in his eyes and the way he seemed to close off on me again. Now he wasn't the Gray who got me ice cream when I had mentioned it as an offhanded comment. He was the Gray who had forced me to marry him.
But I was the one who bridged that gap first. I stuck my hand out to him, and he held it. It wasn't his fault that my heart just happened to be on that sleeve, too.
Maybe it would be different if I wasn't so attached. Maybe if I didn't care about him so much I wouldn't feel so f*****g jealous that he had a child with another woman.
I mean, I did know, even though I had been spared the details back then, but I only started to care after we shared those kisses that made this arrangement feel a lot less forced.
"I am sorry," I w
