The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption
A tear slips down her cheek, and I tighten my hold on her hand, bringing it between both of mine, before placing a soft kiss.
“I know I was hurting, but how can I claim to love someone while wishing him the worst?” She asks, her voice shaking, “What kind of person does that make me?”
“You didn’t know, Mom,” I say softly. “You can’t blame yourself for something you didn’t know.”
She nods slowly. “I know that, but it doesn’t make the guilt go away. It doesn’t erase all the things I thought and all the terrible things I wished.”
I squeeze her hand gently. “You loved him. That’s where all that pain came from. It doesn’t make you a bad person,it just makes you human… Remember you told me the same