My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 15

My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 15

Twenty-eight-year-old Malachi.

I couldn’t have described what I felt in that moment.

I wrenched my hand from his grip and took a step back.

Malachi’s expression immediately darkened.

“You’re disappointed it’s me?”

I didn’t answer.

But he was the one who lost control.

“From the moment I heard you were dead, I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep.”

“I thought about you every day. At night, whenever I closed my eyes, all I could see was your face after the fall…”

“The company is in ruins, the SEC is investigating me, but all |

can think about is you standing on that rooftop.”

“I kept wondering how lonely you must have been, how much

pain you were in…”

“I kept wondering if you hated me.”

I looked at him, my expression blank.

As if I were looking at a stranger.

Malachi couldn’t stand that look. He reached out, as if to

cover my eyes.

His voice trembled, broken.

“Greer, did all those years mean nothing to you?”

“Sometimes I really wonder if you even have a heart. How can you just let go like that?”

At last, I spoke.

“You came all this way just to ask me that?”