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"At least he would pay for what he did..." Lena cut in again. "Our baby is not coming back, and..." She paused, then slowly turned away from him. "Can you please leave me alone for now?" Tarzan's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, that particular statement hurt him more than anything else. Tears blurred his vision. "Leave you alone? Why? Are you angry at me because I failed you?" "You didn't fail me," she said, still looking away. "You didn't fail me, Tarzan. You couldn't have known—because you left, which was my fault." Tarzan frowned. "Then look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to stay. We should be together at a time like this. This is our baby who got hurt, and Andres abused you... you're my woman. I'm hurting too. I hate that you push me away when I'm supposed to be supporting you." "Exactly!" Lena snapped back, this time locking her gaze with his, tears streaming down her own face. "If I hadn't pushed you away in the first place, none of thi

"My brain is not in the right state to go that far. I'm sorry," she chuckled. "Don't apologize, my love. You're still the smartest woman ever." "You do sweet-talk a lot. Good for you—that's my love language." "I know..." They both laughed. "So what did your friend say?" she asked with interest. "Oh, his father told me he fell in love with a girl in middle school who saved him from bullies. And he promised her marriage that day. The kid was something else." "What?! Lena saved Tarzan from bullies?" Rosa shouted in surprise. "And the kid proposed immediately. Straightforward." "It seems like something Tarzan would do," Rosa replied. "But then, Lena must be years older than him." "Exactly. The father said she was an older girl, and he kept insisting he wanted to see her. They're about six years apart." "Wow." "His father told me he would have been a better if she was a younger girl. Not someone years older than him. I was deeply offended by his statement." Rosa didn't ask w

By the time I reached the kitchen in Lena’s mansion, the knot in my throat had only tightened. I asked her private chef for the space to prepare something myself. She bowed and left at once.I drew a breath that did nothing to loosen the tightness and opened the refrigerator. I wanted something simple and comforting—a meal she would find hard to refuse. Lena loved pasta, so that decided it: creamy chicken pasta with vegetables, warm garlic bread, and a light fruit smoothie she might at least sip if she would not take a bite.I smiled at the plan taking shape, washed my hands, and began gathering what I needed.Soon the quiet kitchen filled with the sound of the knife on the board, butter hissing in the pan, and the low simmer of a sauce beginning to thicken. I wanted it to be perfect for her.A soft voice cut through my thoughts.“I didn’t expect to see you in the kitchen. Mr Tarzan. How is my daughter doing this evening?"I startled and turned. Rosa stood in the doorway. I had not l

LENA'S POV At first, I thought I was imagining it. Soft laughters. Feminine and bright were coming up from downstairs. I heard Tarzan's voice, then young women's voices overlapping his, followed by another burst of amusement. I didn't recognize these voices. My fingers tightened in the sheets. I really didn't want to get out of bed and act like some possessive woman who couldn't allow her man to be around other women. "…Tarzan!" I called out as loudly as I could, but my voice was so faint that even someone at the doorway wouldn't have heard me. He was supposed to be here with me, but instead, he was laughing with some women. Maybe the maids. Why would he be laughing with them? And what could possibly be so funny? I sat up slowly, frowning. The room suddenly tilted, and my head felt light. Could it be because I hadn't eaten since morning? Should I just lie back down and leave Tarzan to laugh with whomever he wanted? I pushed the covers aside and stood. I'll just go and ta

MITCH'S POVI'm still alive. That's about the only positive thing I can say right now. But don't you dare live like I don't exist anymore—because I will find you. And I will claim you back. You are my wife, and that is the only identity that matters, Lena. Mitch's wife.It suits you better than whatever charade you're playing at now. Staying by my side? That suits you best of all.I raised my glass to the photograph glowing on my phone screen—Lena at the Paris Gala, diamonds dripping from her neck, that devastating smile aimed at someone else's camera. I'd downloaded every image from IconShot the moment they went live. I couldn't stop staring at her, so I made her my wallpaper."I can make you happy too," I murmured, the whiskey burning my throat. "I can love you like the old times. Just give me the chance to."My phone buzzed violently against the bar top. I swiped to reject without looking away from her face. The screen went dark, and I tapped it back to life just to see her again.