Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 118

“Bonnie!” Lawrence’s shout cut through the room as he grabbed her wrist, just in time.

Cold sweat prickled his back. He held on tight, not letting Bonnie move. She didn’t say a word, just kept fighting him, wild and desperate. With no other choice, Lawrence reached around from behind, arms locking her in place, using all his strength to keep her still.

Bonnie’s voice stayed steady. “If you’re so brave, maybe you’ll hold me like this forever. Otherwise, I’ll find a way to rip this IV needle out. If you won’t leave, then I will. I can’t take on you and your wife, but I can hide. If I have to, I’ll leave Cabinda. Anything’s better than staying here as your mistress, letting you treat me like dirt, humiliate me.”

Lawrence squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. From what she’d said, he finally knew for sure—Bonnie hadn’t heard anything that day.

His heart twisted up, bitterness flooding him. Defeat washed over every inch of him, but he kept quiet. There was something in the way Bonnie spoke that told him this wasn’t only about a breakup. It wasn’t just about making her suffer. There had to be more to it, some hidden truth even people like Shirley and Odette wouldn’t talk about.

The thought sent panic racing through him. Fear took root too. If the truth was bad enough, would there be any way for him and Bonnie to go back to how things were? And if there wasn’t, what would he do then? He tried to picture life without Bonnie, losing her for a second time, but the pain hit so fast and hard it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs.

He could barely breathe. Each inhale felt shallow. His heart pounded wild, almost painful. Lawrence pressed his face into Bonnie’s shoulder, shaking in silence, holding her tighter and tighter. Little by little, his breathing slowed and he forced himself to calm down.

No matter what, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to Bonnie. Not now.

When he finally spoke, his voice was rough. “For the next few days, I can’t leave, and I’m not letting you leave either. But, Candie, I promise... once you’re better... I’ll disappear.”

He had to grit his teeth just to say it.

Bonnie kept her eyes locked on nothing, staring into space. Warmth radiated from behind her. Even after three years, she remembered perfectly well what it felt like to be held this way, safe and wrapped up in someone’s arms.

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