“You know that is all I care about,” he said fiercely. “Keeping you happy. You did not want to be married? To be a wife? Well, maybe you do not have to be my wife, then. You could just be mine.” I laughed through my tears. It hurt so fucking good. “But that’s just the thing, Fallon,” I told him, blinking my soaked lashes. “I already am. Yours. Your wife, your love. Whatever you want me to be, I’m yours. Now,” I added with another shaky laugh. “Would you please show me what the hell to do with this suture kit? Because I did not throw myself in front of a genka and then drag my husband, whom I
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