Richard's POV
Every ounce of shame, guilt, and regret fills me inside, making my heart thump wildly.
“I'm f**king sorry.” I drag a hand through my hair, looking down in defeat. “I'm sorry, Bella.”
She sniffs and moves away. For a moment, I think she will leave and never come back again, but she surprises me by going to the couch to sit with her two hands over her forehead.
I stay rooted in a spot, unsure of what I am supposed to say or do. Not sure if moving close to her is a great idea.
She is sensitive to the topic of our divorce. And I understand.
When she looks up at me, the raw pain in her eyes causes fear to gnaw at my heart. Even though she has forgiven me, forgetting everything is highly unlikely.
I find myself moving towards her. When I am close enough, I kneel in front of her, her gaze fixated on me, I mutter. “I'm so sorry.”
“It's fine.” She nods. “Just a date, right?”
Shock completely submerges me, but I nod anyway. She let out a sad smile before leaning backward. “A date
