“I don’t deserve you, V, but I can’t give you up.” If she wanted to go, I wouldn’t stand in her way. But if she left, I’d never be the same again. Genevieve’s eyes flooded. “I don’t want to give you up either.” A smile spread across my face—it only made her cry harder. “So you’ll stay my wife?” She sniffled, swiping at the tears on her cheeks. Then she leaned over, stretching to brush a kiss to my lips. “Yes.”
