Braelyn's POV
"Fine Lynn." He accepted.
"You won...happy." he laughed out. "I am jealous. I can't stand it. So, please, I am begging you: let's end this madness. I don't want to share you with anyone. "
My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him in disbelief.
The words hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot.
"I don't want this open marriage again."
Raphael's voice cracked on the last word, raw and ragged, like he'd been holding it in for too long. His chest rose and fell hard, blood still smeared at the corner of his mouth from my slap. His eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
I couldn't breathe.
"I can't Braelyn. You freaking won. You wanted me to lose my mind, I have." He admitted reaching forward to touch me. "I have lost it. I don't care about the open marriage or the inheritance, I just want my wife back." He said like a man who lost everything and is trying desperately to get it back
