“And if the decision is that I want a divorce?”
Silence settles heavily over the room.
“Fuck.” Lucian has gone almost frighteningly still. The haunted look in his eyes deepens, and I see exactly how much my question has destroyed him.
After swallowing hard, he meets my gaze. “I’ll sign your papers.”
I turn to Caleb.
“Goddamn it, Sophie…”
I wait.
Finally, reluctantly, he nods. “Yeah. I’ll back his play.”
Since I’m only technically married to Lucian, there’s nothing for Caleb to sign.
“No fight?” Once more, I look from one to the other.
Lucian draws a slow breath. “I will hate it.”
My vision blurs.
“But your happiness matters more than what I want.”
For a moment, I can’t speak.
There was a time when I would have scoffed at the idea of Lucian Hawthorne putting anyone’s happiness ahead of his own plans.
Before I can make sense of what I’m hearing, his voice drops.
“Because I love you.”
The room disappears.
Everything inside me goes completely, impossibly still.
I stare at him.
Surely I misunderstood.
But Lucian doesn’t look away.
“I love you, Sophie.”
Oh God.
My hand flies to my mouth.
Of all the things I imagined might happen tonight, this was never one of them. Lucian wanting me, yes. Obsessing over me. Possessing me. Fighting to keep me.
But love?
From him?
A tear spills down my cheek.
His face tightens as he watches it fall, and for one terrible second, I think he might come to me.