words past his lips. “You made me smile. Being around you made me feel good inside. You made me happy in ways I couldn’t explain … You were this beautiful, complicated woman I wanted to unfurl slowly, piece by piece. I wanted to discover all the different layers of you. You hounded my thoughts, and I simply couldn’t go about my working day without thinking of you, but you repaid my kindness by being deceitful.” He cocked his head to the side, reflective. “Betrayal changes people. It changed me.”
“ I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.” There was no way I could stop the tears that were brimming around my eyes. After hearing him admit to how close I had been to him before, I realized once more what I had truly lost with him. I would never know now, and I only had myself to blame for losing him.
I was so blinded by my tears that I didn’t catch him moving towards me until he became a teary blur standing right before me. His hands softly cradled my face while his thumbs wiped my hot tears away.
“ I know you are, but you have to let me go, Isobel. It’s the only way.” The old Hugo I knew so well appeared before me. It was the way he spoke, the way he was looking at me. It was just like in Monaco.
Deep in my heart, I knew I had to let him go. He had left me no other choice. Just as quickly as I had let love fill me, I had to eject it, too. Sorrow filled me as I cried harder.
“ I know it’s too late, but please don’t deny me when I tell you I love you.” I sniffed, weeping harder when he gently kissed my forehead. “I love you,” I breathlessly stated.
“ Ma belle…”
“ I love you,” I murmured brokenly before I felt him kiss my cheek, raggedly breathing against it. “Je t’aime…” Seeking his lips, I softly kissed them. It was a small gesture that meant everything to me, signifying that I was letting him go.
I took a moment to bask in his smell, in his touch, and the warmth he gave me inside before finally using all of my strength to slowly detach myself from him. With my head down, I pressed my lips together as I gave a final nod before I finally walked away, heading towards the door.
My tears were undeniable, and even though my vision was blurry, I still made my way out, walking briskly, hoping to find the elevator soon.
“ Isobel!” he screamed, his voice echoing through the floor.
Upon hearing my name, I stopped, feeling wretchedly weak. Without turning around, I wrapped my arms around myself, bracing for the reason why he had halted me from leaving this time.
He didn’t even have to utter anything; I could feel his presence approaching. When he stopped right behind me without touching me at all, I felt his breath hit the back of my neck before he burrowed his face in my hair, breathing me in.
“ Stay … Stay with me tonight.”
Without saying a word, I nodded, granting him whatever he wished from me. If tonight was the only one I would spend in his arms, then I would make the most of it.
He made a tiny kiss on my nape before unexpectedly plucking me off the floor, carrying me in his arms and back into his room. This time, though, he led me to a different bedroom—his. He didn’t bother turning on the lights as he took us to the bed where he deposited my body before joining me, pulling me in his arms, comforting me while my tears streamed freely.
It was heaven and hell to be surrounded by his warmth and sharing a bed with him again. It reminded me of our time in Monaco, but this time, the roles were reversed. The irony was rather funny. I would have laughed, too, if my heart hadn’t been hurting so much.
“ Don’t waste anymore tears for me, Isobel. I hurt seeing you like this,” he said, holding me tighter.
I knew, deep down, he wouldn’t compromise his beliefs for me. And, as much as it pained me to admit, I also knew he was doing this to make sure I would be okay tonight. That was the kind of man he was—the old Hugo I had fallen in love with.
I love
“ I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.” There was no way I could stop the tears that were brimming around my eyes. After hearing him admit to how close I had been to him before, I realized once more what I had truly lost with him. I would never know now, and I only had myself to blame for losing him.
I was so blinded by my tears that I didn’t catch him moving towards me until he became a teary blur standing right before me. His hands softly cradled my face while his thumbs wiped my hot tears away.
“ I know you are, but you have to let me go, Isobel. It’s the only way.” The old Hugo I knew so well appeared before me. It was the way he spoke, the way he was looking at me. It was just like in Monaco.
Deep in my heart, I knew I had to let him go. He had left me no other choice. Just as quickly as I had let love fill me, I had to eject it, too. Sorrow filled me as I cried harder.
“ I know it’s too late, but please don’t deny me when I tell you I love you.” I sniffed, weeping harder when he gently kissed my forehead. “I love you,” I breathlessly stated.
“ Ma belle…”
“ I love you,” I murmured brokenly before I felt him kiss my cheek, raggedly breathing against it. “Je t’aime…” Seeking his lips, I softly kissed them. It was a small gesture that meant everything to me, signifying that I was letting him go.
I took a moment to bask in his smell, in his touch, and the warmth he gave me inside before finally using all of my strength to slowly detach myself from him. With my head down, I pressed my lips together as I gave a final nod before I finally walked away, heading towards the door.
My tears were undeniable, and even though my vision was blurry, I still made my way out, walking briskly, hoping to find the elevator soon.
“ Isobel!” he screamed, his voice echoing through the floor.
Upon hearing my name, I stopped, feeling wretchedly weak. Without turning around, I wrapped my arms around myself, bracing for the reason why he had halted me from leaving this time.
He didn’t even have to utter anything; I could feel his presence approaching. When he stopped right behind me without touching me at all, I felt his breath hit the back of my neck before he burrowed his face in my hair, breathing me in.
“ Stay … Stay with me tonight.”
Without saying a word, I nodded, granting him whatever he wished from me. If tonight was the only one I would spend in his arms, then I would make the most of it.
He made a tiny kiss on my nape before unexpectedly plucking me off the floor, carrying me in his arms and back into his room. This time, though, he led me to a different bedroom—his. He didn’t bother turning on the lights as he took us to the bed where he deposited my body before joining me, pulling me in his arms, comforting me while my tears streamed freely.
It was heaven and hell to be surrounded by his warmth and sharing a bed with him again. It reminded me of our time in Monaco, but this time, the roles were reversed. The irony was rather funny. I would have laughed, too, if my heart hadn’t been hurting so much.
“ Don’t waste anymore tears for me, Isobel. I hurt seeing you like this,” he said, holding me tighter.
I knew, deep down, he wouldn’t compromise his beliefs for me. And, as much as it pained me to admit, I also knew he was doing this to make sure I would be okay tonight. That was the kind of man he was—the old Hugo I had fallen in love with.
I love
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