Chapter 87 Ethan…Apologized?!
“Ouch!” I took a step backward, rubbing my forehead, trying to sort out in my mind what had just happened.
“I‘m sorry, Rosalie!” he whispered, and for a moment, I thought I had to be mistaken.
I thought it was Ethan I had run into.
It smelled like him.
It felt like him.
When I glanced up at him through my eyelashes, it looked like him.
But when I heard those two words come from between his lips, I thought I had to be mistaken, and Soren must‘ ve come back early from his trip.
There was no way in the world that Ethan would‘ve told me he was sorry about anything.
“Are you all right?” he asked me, still keeping his voice quiet.
I pulled my hand away from my forehead and gazed at him. The moonlight fell over him like a lighthouse beacon, calling me home.
I couldn‘t allow myself to fall for this siren‘s song.
“Y–yes. I‘m okay,” I grumbled in a low voice. “Not that you care.” I was just glad I‘d whipped around head first and hadn‘t hit my baby bump against his muscular physique. “Why are you here?”
His eyes widened as if he was hurt by my question.
“I came to see you,” he said, moving toward me.
“Don‘t!”
I put up my hand and took a step back, and he didn‘t move any closer to me. “I don‘t understand why you‘re here at all, Ethan.”
He sighed. “Rosalie, all that time, everyone was trying to convince me that you and the baby were dead, but I knew in my heart that you weren‘t. I had to see for myself that you weren‘t.”
I folded my arms under my chest. “Well, you‘ve seen it. Here we are. Not dead.”
He pressed his lips together, and I saw his jaw flex, which let me know he was debating how to respond. “You‘ve changed, Rosalie.”
“Yes, I have, for the better.” I replied. “Now that your mission is accomplished, could you please leave?”
“Rosalie is that truly what you want?”
His voice was deep and low, as if he was unsure of what to do. When was Ethan ever unsure of anything?
His question had an air of finality about it I wasn‘t sure I was ready for, but I had already spent a great deal of the day deciding that I was ready to move on.
So I went with it.
“Yes,” I told him. “As you can see, I have a new life here. I have a home. I have a job. I have friends.” I paused and looked him in the eye. “I have people who are kind to me and treat me with respect.”
His expression was pained. I saw him wince a little when I said those words.
I continued, though. I wasn‘t through. I could feel all of the anger I‘d been carrying around with me since I‘d first found out his plan.
“If you didn‘t come here to hurt me, and you just wanted to see that I am alive, then you‘ve gotten what you came for, and you should go. Consider everything settled between us.”
I rarely spoke that much at once, but I had to spit it all out; otherwise, I may not have the courage to say any of these words to him again.
“Or if you have other business here on the islands, go ahead and finish it. But you have no reason to come back here to see me. Ever again.”
Thad tears in my eyes when I finished speaking, but I blinked them away. I didn‘t want him to see me cry. I didn‘t want him to know I wasn‘t one hundred percent sure of my words.
I didn‘t want him to know a part of me wanted to throw myself back into his arms the way I had the night before when I‘d assumed that I was dreaming.
Ethan stared at me for a long moment, and I expected him to yell at me, ordering me to do something. But to my surprise, when he spoke, his voice was calm and soft.
“Rosalie, I can see on your face that you don‘t mean what you‘re saying. You still have feelings for me. If you can truly tell me that you‘ve moved on, and you don‘t want to be with me, that you‘d rather be with that other guy… fine. I‘ll leave you the h*ll alone. But I don‘t think you mean a word coming out of your mouth.”
“I do,” I said. But my words were not spoken with the conviction I meant them to be.
A small, melancholy smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“I‘ve heard the songs you sing when you think you‘re alone. I‘ve seen the way you look out the window and how your eyes traced the bushes. I see the way you‘re looking at me now.”
He took a breath.
“I don‘t blame you for hating me, Rosalie. I don‘t blame you for being scared. But if you‘ll give me another opportunity, I promise you, I‘ll show you that I am truly sorry for the mistakes I‘ve made, and I‘ll make it up to
you.”
“You‘re sorry?” I asked him. “You‘re sorry?!”
“Oh, well, since you‘re sorry, I‘ll just go ahead and drop everything that I‘ve got going on here, and do whatever you‘d like!”
“No, Ethan! I heard you say you were sorry, and I just want to make sure that I acknowledge that completely. Because as long as you‘re sorry, and you express that in a haphazard way, in passing, as simply as possible, I‘m willing to go back with you and be your breeder, your thing on the side, while you marry that other woman, and go on with the privileged life that you deserve–because you‘re sorry!”
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Yeah sorry full of crap clichés skipping chapters...
Really oh fn....off another weak heroine roll, her pack hated her, she was abused, why would she do this .... pfghhj off at another cliche novel. .... Nope...