Another sigh left him. “What if I still come to the wedding?” I blinked. “What?” “I know you’re hurting. And as much as you’re breaking my fucking heart,” he choked on emotion with those words, and seeing how torn up he was killed me. “I don’t want you to go through this alone. Let me still fly in tomorrow. I’ll be your plus one, and no one has to know. Then we can fly home together and… I don’t know. We’ll figure it out from there.” Emotion surged through me again, but this time, it was mostly a sickening sense of unworthiness. How could this man be so good to me, still, even after all I’d
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