Before I had a chance to even say anything, Dante’s emotions got the better of him.
“I can explain everything!” he choked out as his eyes reddened. “At the time, I thought Isobel was the one who saved me. I never had any feelings for her. It was only after you’d left that I found out it was you who saved me that night five years ago. I’ve been mistaken all along,
Nina…”
Dante’s eyes were filled with regret, but they also held a flicker of hope. He assumed that by revealing the truth, I would be able to forgive him, but he was wrong.
I’d saved him that night. I was the one who tended to his injuries and stopped his bleeding, but I never brought it up. It was an incident from the past that we both chose not to dwell on.
However, Dante assumed that someone else had saved him, and that mistake cost him our entire relationship.
“I didn’t let Isobel give birth to that baby. I know the truth now, Nina. So can we go back to the way things were between us?” Dante asked.
Immediately, I shook my head. “That’s impossible.”
Dante froze as his face lost all color. He had waited two years for me, but he didn’t get the outcome he had expected. “Why not?” he asked, his voice shaking. “I love you.”
Staring at him, I questioned coldly, “Are you sure that’s love? If you love me, why didn’t I receive a single gift from you throughout our five- year relationship? Why did you never agree to go on vacation with me, even though I brought it up countless times?
“If you love me, why did you get another woman pregnant while I was busy planning our wedding?”
