“Please,” Kristen insists, his voice firm but gentle. I frown, exhaling in defeat. I'll just hear what he has to say and get it over with. After all, there's nothing he will say that would change what has been done.
I pull my hand out of his grasp “What do you want?” I ask, my tone straightforwardly.
His eyes locked onto mine, he starts “It's….been a while since we've talked. After you left me—”
“I had to” I cut in hastily. It's not like I don't know where this is headed.
There's a slight anger in his voice as he says “You.... You could've been more patient with me. I told you I would figure something out, instead, you chose to marry a total stranger over me”
My brows crease at his words; he's making me seem like a bad one. “That's… you know how desperate I was for my father's heal
