The Billionaire’s Last Clause
“I needed you to save my company, my reputation, my image. I took you for granted. I controlled you. I broke you.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I shake my head, needing to get this out before I lose my nerve. The sun climbs higher, painting her face in gold, and she’s never looked more beautiful or more precious.
I pull the ring from my pocket, a simple band with her birthstone, nothing ostentatious or showy like the massive diamond I gave her the first time. This one is real, chosen because it made me think of her, because the color reminded me of her eyes.