“No.” Killian steps closer. “You don’t get to run out on me again.”
“Killian, please.”
“Was it me? Was it something I did, Daisy?” he asks, his tone pleading.
The hurt in his eyes crushes me. I hate that I continue to hurt this man over and over. I hate it even more that he lets me.
I take another step back and he reaches for me, his fingers wrapping around my wrist. “Did you have second thoughts? You could have come to me. With anything.”
“It wasn’t that,” I admit before I can stop myself.
“So, what was it? Please, Dais, just give me something. Why wasn’t I enough for you?”
A lone tear rolls down my face. The crack in his voice makes me want to reach inside my chest and rip my own battered heart out just to prove to him that he’s not the only one this is hurting. This is tearing me to fucking pieces.
I cup his face, catching his own tear as it drops from his eye. “You were enough, Killian. You always have been. I just wasn’t enough for you.”
He frowns, his eyes searching. “What does that even mean?”
“It means that I can’t give you what you want. What you need.”
He steps into me, gripping the back of my neck and resting his forehead against mine. “What I want is you, Daisy. Ineedyou.”
I shake my head. “You don’t understand.”
Reluctantly, I pull away. A numbness begins to spread through me as my body sinks back into that dark place it took me so long to crawl out from. I can feel myself shutting down right in front of him and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Killian see’s it too, because his next words are louder, angrier. “Then make me fucking understand!”
Turning my back on him, I pull my shirt over my head, tuck my boots under my arm and make a beeline for the door. “I have to go.”
“I know you were sick,” Killian declares, his words halting me in my tracks.
“What are you talking about?”
I turn toward him and the guilty expression on his face tells me everything I need to know. I let out a dry, humourless chuckle. “Hunter.”
“He was worried about you.”
“He had no right telling you that!” I shout, my anger building.
How fucking dare Hunter tell him that?Whendid he tell him that? Has he just been sitting on this information for months?
“Well, I’m glad he did. Because you don’t tell me shit. But you toldhim,Daisy. One of my best fucking friends. You are mywife!”
“Don’t act like I told him any of that because I wanted to, Killian. I had to tell him because of a gap in my resume. And he has violated my privacy by sharing that with you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I could have found that information out easily enough if I wanted to. This isn’t about Hunter telling me. This is about you and me. This is about why you left me on our wedding day to go galivanting around Montana with Tweedle dum and fucking Tweedle dee.”
I close the bedroom door with such force that the pictures rattle on the walls. “Galivantingaround Montana? You think that’s what I was doing?”
Killian stares at me. I stare at him. Our chests heave with angry breaths. My hands shake with rage as I approach him. “You wanna know why I left, Killian?”
I tilt my head, out of my mind with indignation. “Well, the truth is, I didn’tleave.Not by choice, anyway. I wasn’t there because on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life –ourlives – I was in the hospital losing our baby.”
***
My mom and Bella laugh freely in the corner of the bridal suite, and I fight to keep a smile off my face as the makeup artist swipes the final layer of gloss over my lips.
