All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sophie’s POVThe words landed so softly they still knocked the air out of me.He kept going, like now that he had started he could not stop. “I could have left the day they read my father’s wishes. I had my own places. My own life. I stayed because you were here. Because every time I looked at you, I saw a woman this family had decided to starve of care. Because I watched you sit at that table and make yourself small, and it made me furious. Because I could not walk away from you.”His voice broke on the last part.“I am falling hopelessly in love with you, Sophie. I think I have been for longer than I wanted to admit. I tried to be patient. I tried to go slow. And then I had you, and I heard you laugh, and I watched you sleep, and it was already too late. I am in love with you.”His words brought tears to my eyes at once.Not just because they were beautiful.Because I had not been completely honest with him.I had let him hold me. I had let him kiss me. I had let him bury himself in

Sophie’s POVThe next day, Ares and I prepared to visit the oncologist.I woke before him, or maybe I never really slept. The penthouse was quiet in that deep way high places sometimes are, with the city held back behind glass and the only sound the low hum of air moving through the vents. City light still clung to the edges of the curtains, pale and thin, not quite morning and not quite night. I lay on my side and watched the slow rise of his chest. His arm was heavy across my waist. Even in sleep, he held me like he was afraid I might slip away if he loosened his grip. His fingers were curled into the fabric of my shirt. Every few minutes he shifted closer, as if some part of him was still keeping watch.I studied his face in the half-light. The line of his jaw. The faint crease between his brows that had not fully smoothed even in sleep. I thought about the night before, about the way he had cried when I told him, about the way he had packed my bags himself and driven me out of tha

 Sophie’s POVI blinked.I blinked again, waiting for the room to change, waiting to wake up in the penthouse with Ares’s arm still around me. This had to be a dream. It did not feel like a dream. The chair was hard under me. Ares’s hand had gone tight around mine. The doctor’s watch made a small sound when he set his wrist on the desk.“What?” I said.The doctor turned one of the scans toward us. “There is no mass in your brain. There are no cancerous cells. Nothing on these images matches the diagnosis you were given.”I shook my head. “That’s impossible.”“I understand why it feels that way.”“No.” My voice rose. “I got the symptoms. I got blinding migraines for a long while, even before the diagnosis. I was dizzy. I went pale. I felt like my head was splitting open. A doctor told me I was dying.”Ares had gone

Sophie’s POVHe led me to the couch and waited until I was down before he went to the kitchen. I lasted a few minutes. The quiet left too much room. Derek’s voice was still in my ears. So was the doctor’s. I had walked into that building sure I was counting down, and I had walked out with a future I did not know how to hold. I got up and followed the sound of the pan.Ares had his sleeves rolled. Butter was melting, sweet and warm. He glanced over when he heard me, and something in his face softened.“That was not sitting,” he said.“I wanted to watch you.”“Then watch me from the chair.” He nodded at the stool, but he did not sound like he meant it. “If you hover, I’ll put you on the counter.”I almost smiled. I stayed in the doorway instead and watched him crack the eggs. The yolks held, bright and whole, then spread. I kept telling myself this was not a dream. The floor was cool. My arm still ached from the needle. I was not going to die. The words would not stay. They kept slippin

Sophie’s POVThe words landed differently this time. He had said them before. I had answered with *I know*. I had been too scared, too sure I was dying, to give him more than that. Now the scans were clear. Now his mother was in the room with us, and his fear, and the way he had cried in my hands. Now I could say it.“I love you too,” I whispered. “I love you, Daemon.”He went still. For a second he just stared at me, like he had not expected to hear it. Then he kissed me hard.It was not careful. It was not gentle. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and shaking, one hand fisting in my hair, the other locking around my waist like he needed to hold the words in place. He kissed me like the first time I had ever said it, because it was. He kissed me like he had been waiting months to hear it and had just been handed the rest of his life.“Say it again,” he breathed against my mouth.“I love you.”He kissed me harder, deeper, groaning into it, still buried inside me, still holding me ag