He crouched down and held me, guilt in his eyes, the scent of perfume clinging to him.
He brought me water, wiped my face clean, and helped me drink.
For a fleeting moment, I felt like I was back 20 years ago—when we had loved each other with all we had.
Back then, his company had nothing, not a single cent. We had to take a bank president out for dinner, hoping for a loan. I downed one glass per hundred thousand, forcing down a million in exchange for a loan.
That night, I vomited until I bled from my stomach. Brent held me just like this, tears streaming down his face as he wiped my face and fed me water.
More than once, he sobbed and told me to give up.
“If we keep going like this, we’ll lose the company. And we’ll be destroyed too.”
I had clung to him so tightly, kissing his tears.
“Brent, I’ll take back your family’s company for you. I’ll make those who humiliated you kneel and apologize.”
He had held me just as tightly, pressing his lips to my hair, his tears filled with guilt.
“Oh, Cammie, I’ll never leave you. Never.
“I just didn’t want you to suffer through the surgery, but I still hurt you.”
Our tears blended again, but this time, there was no sweetness left—only bitterness.