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You’re my sister. I’ll always have your back.”
You’ve spent your life living for others. Now you can finally live for yourself.”
I’d never thought of it that way, but he had a point. Our mother had spent our childhood working, partying, and dating increasingly rich but dubious men. I was the result of a one-night stand with someone she’d been too drunk to remember; Marcelo was the son of a married Brazilian businessman who’d threatened our mother with bodily harm if she ever told people about their affair. We were half-siblings, but despite being born only two years apart, I’d acted more like his mother than his sister until we were both adults.
I couldn’t rely on our actual mother to parent him properly, so I’d done it myself.
I was used to being the support instead of the star in my own life.
Fuck.
“What about work?”
“Work will always be there,”
“Other things won’t.”
“That’s the thing,”
“There is no moving on. Not for me.”
“What do you want, Dominic?”
“I want you back.”
“By not pushing me away.” His throat flexed. “That’s all I ask. A chance for us to talk and get to know each other as we are now. I want to know what makes you laugh, what makes you cry, what your dreams look like when you sleep and what keeps you up when you can’t. I’ll spend however many lifetimes I need to rediscover those parts of you, because you’re it for me. In every iteration of every life. Things may have changed since we got married, but you and me? We were always meant for forever.”
Seeing Alessandra and not being able to hold her was a special kind of torture. It’d been two days, thirteen hours, and thirty-three minutes since our dinner together, and I had spent every waking moment since replaying it.
“I was wondering…that is…”
“Do you want to grab dinner on Saturday? Just the two of us.”
“Dominic Davenport, are you asking me on a date?”
“Yes.”
“In that case, I would love to have dinner with you.”
Alessandra was always stunning, but here she glowed in a way that made my chest ache—partly because she was so beautiful, I couldn’t believe she was real, and partly because it took her leaving the city, leaving me, to find happiness again. Out of everything, that hurt the most.
Hatred, I could battle. But indifference? That was the death knell for any relationship.
I hated that we’d grown apart, but I loved how much more at ease she was with something that had once terrified her. I was so fucking proud.
For once, I was living for myself, at my own pace, and I loved it.
stop calling me amor.”
“It’s not…I’m not…”
“You’re not...
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“I’m not your wife ...
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“No.”
“But you’re still my love. That hasn’t changed.”
It wasn’t our wedding, but seeing her up there, looking so damn beautiful I couldn’t believe she was real…it was an excruciating reminder of what I’d had. And what I’d lost.
She was strong, but even the strongest needed someone to lean on.
I’d spent my life building an empire, but in that moment, I would’ve happily dismantled the entire fucking thing if it meant making her smile instead of cry.
Despite the billions in my bank accounts, I couldn’t buy the only thing I wanted. A second chance with her.
“Go on a date with me.”
“Dom…”
“We’ve never had a real date in Brazil. Every time we’ve visited, we’ve spen...
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“That’s not a good enoug...
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“I don’t need a reason to be with you, amor. But I’ll give you ten thousand if i...
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“You always know what...
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“Not al...
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“I don’t expect you to jump into a relationship with me again, or even go on a second date,”
“I just want to spend time with you for as long as you’ll let me.”
“It won’t make up for the nights we lost or the dates...
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“I’m so fucking sorry. For e...
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“One date,”
“But that’s all it is. It doesn’t mean we’re dating, and I’m free to see other people. If I do, you can’t follow me, threaten the men, or do anything else that’ll ruin the dates.”
“Deal.”
How did you act during a first date with someone you’d been married to for ten years?
I’d told Dominic there was no use living in the past, but I’d give anything to turn back time so I could savor our happy days second by second.
