To Reach You (A Married for Money sequel)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

If he had had any doubt that she had lost her memories, they would have flown off the minute her lips joined his. These lips were a pair that did not know what to do. These lips were as innocent as they could get. These lips were entirely his to feast on. With a barely suppressed moan of anguish, he grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her back.

She met his gaze indignantly.

“What happened to hating me?”

Her face fell. Maybe it was the worst timing to ask such a question but he needed to know.

“I never could hate you.”

The sentence was too loaded for him to bypass it. “Then why did you leave?”

Water filled her eyes to the brim. “I do not know. But I just cannot find an iota of anger in me at you. Whatever anger I felt had nothing to do with the past.”

“Aishu, try. Try to think why. Why did you leave me?”

This was him at his most vulnerable stage. Begging her to give him an answer was the lowest he could think himself at. This was him with his pride shattered and thrown in to the wind. It was now her choice to either cherish the heart he had handed her or blow the remaining bits off.

“I do not know,” she sobbed, grabbing his shoulders and resting her forehead on his. Her tears brimmed over and fell on to his cheek. He sat up so their faces were at the same level and cupped her face.

“I am going to give you a choice. I want you to tell me you would think about it and give me an honest answer.”

She nodded.

“If you could redo your past, right before you met me, would you erase it?”

She stared at him, keeping her eyes in his. In the seconds that passed, he was sure, she was going to shatter his hope.

“No.”

He breathed.

“Why? Is it because of Diya?”

What else did they have between them?

More tears overflowed and ran down her cheeks in to his fingers.

“You want an honest answer?”

His heart sank. He knew what she was going to say. “Yes,” he said anyway, dropping his hands to her thighs which were straddling him.

“I do not know.”

He frowned. “You give that answer too often.”

“That’s because I don’t know much.”

His lips quirked. She was honest, alright.

“I have one more question.”

“You always do.” Her petulant lips pouted close to his.

He huffed with laughter. “Do you regret marrying me?”

Her answer was immediate and panic-driven. “No. Why would you think that?”

“Given our situation, it would be a wonder if I did not think that.”

She shifted restlessly. “Do you think I am weird for suddenly liking you?”

“You always liked me,” he said offhandedly.

“All you lack is confidence,” she said grinning. Her face was now all shiny with tears yet smiling.