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“I love you, too.” ***** THE END

She had loved the wrong man. *

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head, and I even forgot to cough. "Is this really what you think of me, Franklin? That I'm shameless and can't live without a man?!" I laughed hysterically. Of course, that was exactly what I had been like in my previous life. I lacked self-respect. Even though I had a happy, complete family, I was unsatisfied. I had to chase after some fantasy of true love and ended up destroying myself and my parents. Tears suddenly streamed down my face. They dripped onto Franklin's hand, and he jerked back as if he had been burned.

The man I loved… he's still in there. For a moment, there was complete silence in the room. Then Alexander stood up, walking slowly around his desk until he was standing right in front of her. “I never stopped loving you, Isabella,” he said quietly. “Even when you turned the whole world against me. Even when you stood there, accusing me of crimes I didn’t commit. I still… His voice trailed off. He clenched his fists, fighting emotion. Isabella’s lips parted, but before she could speak, someone knocked softly on the door.

"And I love you too." THE END.

he said, his voice solemn. “Muna’s death was terrible tragedy, and we both learned a lot from it. I think we’re both stronger now because of what we went through. And I promise you, I will never let anything come between us again. I love you too much to let that happen.” His words were like a balm to my soul, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. “I love you too.” I said, the words coming easily to my lips. “Nothing will come in between us again…..

I fucking killed the man I love to the moon and back. Fuck! My life was over. Fucking over!

I felt my chest tighten, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the edge of the bed. “If that’s the case,” I said, my voice cracking, “why do you want me to live and eat under your roof? Oh, I get it. You want me to be your secret. Your… sex mate. But hidden from the world. Is that right?” Tears were already gathering at the corners of my eyes. I hated that he could still make me feel like this. Victor moved closer. I could see the regret in his eyes, or maybe I imagined it. He sighed, like he was about to explain, but then… my phone rang.

The loneliness was suffocating, a black hole that threatened to pull me under permanently. I woke up crying, chest heaving, the truth hitting me like a slap shot to the sternum. The tears wouldn’t stop as the realization crystallized amid the chaos of detox: I was in love with Callan. Not the version amplified by the link. Not the coerced alliance born of blackmail. Not the chemical dependency the doses had created. I was in love with the man himself—the complex, flawed, extraordinary man who had upended my life and then rebuilt it with me.

"I love you more than life itself honey." THE END