Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 99

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settled back against the pillows. “But tell him the marriage is finished. Tell him that part isn’t negotiable and it isn’t about punishment. It’s just the truth.”

Cameron was quiet for a moment. Then he exhaled-a long, slow exhale, the kind that contained something that had been held for a while. He ran a hand through his hair looking less tense and more relieved than he had been for the past few days, carrying this on his mind.

“Okay,” he said, nodding his head as he gave me a sort of approval nod that stated, you did it, I am happy and glad.

“You sound relieved.” I pointed out, curiosity overriding everything else.

He looked at me with the particular expression of an older brother who had been trying to hide something from his younger sister and had just been caught as he smiled sheepishly. “I was worried,” he said finally. “That he’d call, and you’d hear it, and-” He stopped. “You have a habit of absorbing other people’s needs. Of making their problems your responsibility. I was worried that if he called, and he was sorry, and you were still in the middle of treatment and vulnerable and he made a compelling enough case-”

“That I’d go back,” I said, cutting through his explanation, coming to the realization that he was obviously getting at on his own.

“That you’d consider it,” he said, more carefully, looking at me as he continued speaking. “Out of guilt, or habit, or because that’s what you’ve always done with people who needed something from you.”

I looked at him for a long moment. “You thought I’d go back to Logan.”

“I thought you might talk yourself into it. I thought you might find reasons. I thought-” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought you might decide that his needing you was a good enough reason to go back, because needing you has always been sufficient reason before.”

It was accurate. I knew it was accurate. The version of me who’d stayed in Logan’s house for three years, who’d kept reducing and adapting and making herself convenient, had operated exactly on that logic. Being needed had felt like belonging. It had taken a cancer diagnosis to clarify the difference.

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