Chapter 14 - The Scar That Once Terrified Him Became the Symbol of How We Survived Everyone Who Wanted Us ApartYears passed.
Dominic became softer.
Not weaker.
Never that.
But softer.
He learned to laugh more.
He slept without medication.
He stopped carrying a gun inside the house.
I stopped checking every locked door.
The mansion became warm.
People came and went.
We had dinners.
Holidays.
Children from charity programs running through the garden.
Normal things.
One night, Dominic asked:
"Do you ever regret saying yes?"
I looked at him.
"To the money?"
"To me."
I smiled.
"Sometimes."
He looked offended.
"That's cruel."
"I was broke."
"Fair."
I touched his collar.
His scar was barely visible now.
"I don't regret seeing it."
"Why?"
"Because that's when I saw the real you."
He took my hand.
"And that's when I realized you weren't the woman I thought I married."
"Who did you think I was?"
"Someone who needed saving."
I laughed.
"You married the wrong woman."
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"I know."
Then he kissed me.
