The Divorcee's Redemption

65: Love

My mind wandered to the first time Leo had slapped me. I used to be so scared of him back then, and now look at him, down on one knee, begging me to marry him a second time. It was insane how we had changed over the years, but what if the pain repeats?

A tear rolled down my cheek, "It's not going to work... All the cursing, arguments, sex... It was all toxic... I can't... I can't do it again."

He sighed, "The sex was the best part-"

"It was just a damn physical relationship!"

"Say that one more time and I swear to god, I'll strip you right here and fuck you like there's no tomorrow." He growled, "Physical relationship? What the fuck are you talking about? Just because I never got bored of you or your body, it wasn't a physical relationship. I couldn't say that I fucking loved you because I didn't know how those damn words were supposed to make a person feel! I didn't know, dammit! Sex was the best way I could have expressed how good you made me feel. You're so fucking dense," Leo was losing his temper.

For some reason, his words were reassuring. I could see in his emerald eyes that he meant every syllable. It made me happy to think that he saw sex as more than just a way for physical gratification.

By now I was sure that the tears that rolled down my face were going to form a puddle on his marble stairs.

He sighed, "Do you trust me, Chelsea?"

I didn't reply.

"I need an honest answer, please." His voice was softer now.

"I-I do... I-"

"You know what love means, yeah?"

"Y-yeah... better than you," I muttered.

It made him smile a little, "Good. Do you love me, then?"

"I do, Leo, stop asking me that!" I snapped and tried wiping the tears that kept streaming down my eyes.

"Now, do you think I love you?"

I glanced at his pale green eyes. The glint was stronger than ever.

"I don't know."

"You still don't, huh?" He narrowed his eyes on me.

"You talk like an asshole... But you do all these things... I... I don't know what you want!"

"Marry me, that's all I want. Those three years without you were hell, Chelsea. I don't know how I made it through. Every day I wake up, I think of you smiling at me and running your fingers through my hair... but you were never there. I missed you so much. So damn much. If I lose you again, I'll die, and I'm not even kidding. I want you everywhere around me all the time. Please Chelsea, I won't complain again if you talk ridiculous shit. I'd love more blowjobs under the table, and god, I miss your boobs."

I stifled a chuckle between all the crying, "You're... You're... I don't even know what to say."

"Say yes," he replied, the confidence in his tone made everything sound professional, even though he was turning my insides into mush. There were butterflies everywhere. There were fireworks in his green eyes. The same ones that had me trapped since the first day I saw him. But now, I felt free in those eyes.

"What's going to change...?" I mumbled.

"We both are," he replied.

"I'm going to be a better guy, you're going to go back to being the adorable, capable wife. There won't be misunderstandings anymore. I'm going to make you the happiest woman in the universe. I'm going to confess a million times a day if that's what you want."