My breath hitched at Vincent’s words, my heart pounding in my chest. "What?" I whispered, barely able to comprehend what he had just said.
He lifted his gaze to meet mine, his eyes clouded with something I couldn’t quite decipher—pain, uncertainty, maybe even fear. "Your ex-husband," he repeated, his voice quieter now. "What if he wants you back? What if you realize you still love him?"
I shook my head vehemently, stepping closer, reaching for his trembling hands. "No, never. Vincent, you're the only one I love. I've told you before, and I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it. My past doesn’t change how I feel about you."
He exhaled shakily, but doubt still lingered in his eyes. "And yet, I wonder if deep down, you regret choosing me. If you ever think about what could have be
