He wouldn't believe it. He couldn't possibly believe it.
Leona Grant watched her, his gaze unwavering and his face devoid of expression. "Annabelle Linton, your eyes can't lie. I've clearly seen the love for me in them. That's something that can never change. You're hiding something, aren't you?"
"You don't have to tell me what it is, but please, don't use lies like this to make me leave. Is there anything we can't face together? I love you so much I would die for you. If you asked, I would tear my heart out for you right this second. But hearing you say these things hurts more than if you actually did."
"Annabelle Linton, I told you a long time ago that I can't live without you. I'll die, I'll go crazy. Isn't that enough to make you tell me everything so we can face it together? Take back what you just said. Come home with me. Whatever it is, we'll solve it together, okay?"
His last word, "okay?", was practically a plea.
When someone is wronged, the hurt stings their eyes.
