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“I’m sorry, I—” “Why are you apologizing?” he asked, his voice hard. “Because this isn’t the answer you wanted.” “I don’t have an answer I want.”
“Well, for one, I thought you did this for the money.” “That’s kind of true.” “No, it’s not. You wanted to escape everything, even the modeling. I thought you loved it. Lily, when we were thinking about getting married, your mother told me I needed to have a certain amount in my bank account at all times to meet your standards in this marriage.” “Yeah, that sounds like something she would say. I don’t care how much money you have.”
“You were a famous model. You only stepped out of the house in designer clothes. You did so many covers and fashion shows that you could have made the company’s revenue in less than a year.” “Yeah, I never saw a penny of that money. My mom is my financial manager. She said she gave me a cut, but she never did.” “What?” he said sharply.
“So that’s all you want? To be anonymous?” “Yes,” I said. “That’s all I want. I planned on finding some cabin in California when I got out, but now that we’re in Nashville . . .” “You could go back.” To what? Jessie? She didn’t want to hear from me until I had my life in order. I definitely didn’t. I shook my head. “I don’t know. I’ll figure it out when it’s closer to time.
“So you were never happy, then?” he asked softly. I slowly shook my head. “Really?” “Why would I have been? You were always at work and never wanted anything to do with me.” “But what you posted said you were happy.” “The social media I keep up is a part of my contract. I have to make it look like I’m happy.” Sebastian shook his head, jaw tight. “That was in it too?”
“But why would you care if I was happy anyway? You thought I only married you for money.” “Because I still cared, Lily.”
The only thing that told me I wasn’t a terrible husband was what you posted. That was all fake?” “Of course it was. Did you think I did it for fun?” “Yes,” he said. “I really did. So you’ve never once been happy to be with me?”
“How can you even stand to be in the same room as me? Why even have this conversation with me? You could hate me if you wanted to.” That, I didn’t have an answer for. I opened my mouth, and then closed it.
