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Turning away, he stormed out of the room, to his bedroom.
My hands curled into balls.
My blood boiled in my veins.
I wouldn’t let him have his way tonight.
Not after everything he did.
Soon, my legs followed him to the bedroom.
“No!
I won’t leave you alone until you tell me everything!
I won’t let you hurt yourself every night because you like to keep everything bottled up.
I won’t let you behave like this with me just because you don’t want to share anything with me!
And I’ll definitely not let you accuse me of cheating out of jealousy because you fear you will lose me if I know about your past!”
I held my ground.
“You have to tell me!
I have every right to know—“
“You have no right to know anything!
You’re not my fucking wife that I need to explain everything to you!”
he snapped.
My breath caught in my throat.
A pain shot through my heart at his words.
I had no right?
No right?
My lower lip trembled, but I was quick to bite it still.
I could feel something breaking inside me.
“Oh, I’m sorry.
I should know my boundaries.
Silly me, I thought I meant something to you,” I whispered, my treacherous eyes blurred with tears no matter how much I tried to mask my feelings.
His gaze snapped to me.
Guilt washed over his face as again realization of his words set in.
The pain he caused me reflected in the windows of his soul.
His gray eyes.
“Rosebud…” he gulped.
Cupping my face, he made me look up at him.
“I’m sorry, baby.
I’m so sorry.
I didn’t mean that.
You mean the world to me.
You’re the reason I’m alive…”
I shook my head.
A tear slipped down my cheek.
“You can’t just say sorry and say you didn’t mean it after you literally accused me of cheating on you and then tell me I don’t mean anything to you.”
His words hurt like a bitch.
I knew he was disturbed, but he couldn’t just spit venom at me like that.
“You’re not my Ace.
My Ace would never speak to me in that manner.
He would never hurt me like that.
You’re not the Ace who promised not to hurt me on purpose.”
I removed his hands from my cheeks.
“And you’re hurting me purposely.”
I could see how my tears affected him.
“No, baby.
I-I’d never hurt you on purpose.
You’re my whole world.
I’m so sorry I said those things.
I was mad.
I didn’t have any control.
I just wanted to make your questions stop.
I didn’t mean it at all.
I’m sorry, Rosebud.
Please forgive me.”
“You’re not sorry.
If you were, you’d explain to me why you’re doing all these things.
Why you’re behaving like that.
You’d let me in.
If I was really that important to you, you’d trust me and open up to me.
You’d let me be there for you, help you with your past.
But you clearly don’t want that.
Because I’m not that important for you to tell me the most important truth of your life.”
Warner’s words echoed throughout my head.
“I must be just an obsession for you that you don’t want to lose.
That’s all I am to you, aren’t I?”
A muscle of his jaw ticked as he pulled me against him.
“Yes, you’re my obsession!
You’re my obsession because I love you.
I’m obsessed with you because I can’t live without you!
And I don’t want to lose you because my heart fucking refuses to beat without you!”
Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes for a moment before they met mine again.
“But… I can’t tell you this, Rosebud.
Please don’t force me.
I can’t tell you this one thing.
I just can’t.”
“Why?”
I whispered.
“Because you’ll hate me once you know how tainted my past is.
You won’t want to stay with a damaged man like me.”
I held his gaze.
“Do you think a bitter truth that happened in your past will make me leave you?
Do you think my love for you is that shallow?”
“Rosebud…”
“Don’t you trust me, Ace?
Don’t you trust my love?
Don’t you trust me enough to let me know every dark secret of yours?”
Silence.
Nothing came out of his mouth.
He just stared at me.
“Ace?”
Nothing.
Not even a word.
I stepped away from him.
My heart was breaking into pieces.
“You don’t trust me,” a whisper slipped through my lips.
Another step back.
He tried to pull me in again, but stopped when I shook my head.
Tears fell down my cheeks.
My throat tightened.
“If there’s no trust in a relationship, then that’s nothing but a shallow fa?ade.
You say you love me, but love comes with trust.
And there’s no trust in your love,” I said.
A shaky breath left my lips.
“And I don’t think I can stay in a relationship where there’s no trust in it.”
SIXTY: LEAVING HIM
W ith clenched fists, I stood there with tears brimming in my eyes, watching him going still.
Color slowly drained from his face as his gray eyes widened.
“W-what did you say?”
his deep accent asked.
“I said what you heard.
If you don’t trust me at all, I don’t think this thing between us can work.”
Shaking my head, I wiped my tears furiously.
“I’m tired of you continuously keeping me in the dark!
I’ve already suffered for years because of your one-sided decision.
I won’t take more.
You can now happily stay in your penthouse with your stubbornness, secrets, and privacy!
No Emerald will nag you again and again to know your past from now on!”
Ignoring the way his shoulders tensed, the crazed look that flashed across his eyes, his clenched jaw, I turned around and stormed out of the room.
“Don’t you dare step out of the penthouse, Emerald!
You aren’t going anywhere!”
This time, I didn’t flinch at his roar as he started to approach me.
Instead, as soon as I stepped out of the room, I closed the door from outside, locking him in.
I knew he wouldn’t let me leave at any cost.
But if he was stubborn, so was I.
His heavy fists landed on the other side of the door.
“What are you doing?
Open the door, Emerald!
You’re not leaving me!
No way in hell!
I won’t let you!”
“I will!
And you can’t stop me!”
Yelling out, I strode towards the main door.
“Emerald!
Stop it!
Open the door, please!
You don’t mean what you’re saying!
You can’t leave me!”
The door jiggled with the force he tried to open it.
“Rosebud, please!
Baby, open the door.
You belong here with me.
You can’t just leave like that.
I won’t let you!
Please, baby.
Open the door!”
Shrugging my jacket on as I pulled the main door open, his voice made me hesitate.
“Baby, please!
I-I love you…”
I gulped the thickness of my throat.