“All I want is for this to be your choice,” I said. I grabbed her by the waist and sat her on the table, stepping between her legs. “I intend to keep you for all of your tomorrows but I don’t want to keep this marriage unless it’s the one you want. We can do it all over. Throw a party and invite all of our people. Or invite no one at all. We can end this and start fresh without the pressure of the estate and—and everything else that you went through. I want our marriage to be your choice and not a last resort.”
