Chapter 12

Layla

As I brace myself for the inevitable, I imagine that Louis is about to lose interest in me. His eyes will lose their warmth, and his hands will leave me. However, the unexpected happens.

"I know you're divorced." He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"You do?" My eyes widen in shock.

"Not long after I met you, a friend saw me with you a few times and told me about it."

"That means this whole time, you've known that I was married to-"

"Yes. Listen to me. I don't care that you're divorced." His voice is filled with conviction. "That's why when I found out, it didn't change the way I felt about you. I still wanted you, and even now, I still want you."

I part my lips to speak, but it takes me a moment as I'm at a loss for words. "There's, there's something-"

"It doesn't matter what else you have to say. I still want you."

He smiles at me and I chuckle with relief, my vision blurring a little from the tears in my eyes.

"I also have something to tell you."