Divorce and Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Enemy
I continue, “then I need to know—do you want this? Not because of some contract, not because it’s expected, but because you want me?”
The silence in the room is deafening.
Henry stares at me, his usually sharp, quick-witted demeanor momentarily lost.
Then, as if something clicks into place, his lips part slightly, his breath catching.
“Stephanie…” He swallows, searching my face. His hands clench at his sides, as if holding himself back. “Are you asking me to marry you for real?”
My heart pounds.
“Yes.”
Another round of gasps, but I don’t hear them. My world narrows to the man standing in front of me, the only one who matters right now.