An unwanted confrontation

“Is it about the kids? I can adopt them as mine,” he hurried to say, thinking that would pave the way for him. “I swear to you I will do whatever you ask. I will go to the end of the world and even climb the highest mountain if that would make you forgive me.”

"What if I order you to kill yourself?” I whirled around so I didn't have to look over my shoulders while talking to him. “Will you do that? What if I charge you to give your wealth to me?” I knew he was a proud man. All the promises he made were nothing but empty ones. He just wanted to get in my pants. That was all. He doesn't love me. The only reason he still clung on to me was the thrill of having me succumb. To him, I was nothing but a hard nut to crack, one he would go to every length to overpower, so he could feel like a man. What he was after was the thrill of the chase and nothing more.

“If that's what you want.” His tone was resolute. “As long as it will earn your forgiveness, and put a smile on your face, I'm ready t