Damon grabbed my hand and squeezed.
"Damon," I whispered.
He turned to Tony with a fierce gaze. "I know her name isn't Ivy. I know she lied about who she is."
"Damon, please."
"I know she approached me with ill intentions from the very beginning," he said.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "And?"
Damon paused and turned to me. "I'm still in love with her."
His words settled between us, heavy and raw as I stared at him. It was the first time he said he loved me---after everything. After the lies. After losing our child.
I pushed him away, terrified he'd finally say what I'd feared the most---that he hated me.
But as I gazed into his eyes, I realized he'd meant it. His eyes glistened with unshed tears.
He loved me, still. My heart broke into pieces. Even though it was exactly what I'd hoped for and wanted, it tore at me. I didn't deserve his love, I didn't deserve him.
