"True." Was the only thing he said. We stared at each other. "I don't really have an excuse for that." He shrugged.
"Please just let's stop pretending." I was feeling sick from the alcohol.
"That you love me." I slowly said. It is okay to admit that you just wanted to choose your own wife. I get that." I said.
Benjamin narrowed his eyes. It looked like he was contemplating how to answer me.
"Are you saying I don't love you?" Benjamin fired back.
"What I am saying is…" I started. I closed my eyes. "Would you have married me, if you and Saphira hadn't broken up.?" I narrowed my eyes in return.
"Yes." He breathed, but it didn't sound convincing.
"You would?" I frowned. "Yes… I would of done anything to get you away from the situation you were in. I would propose that I would take Saphira as my second wife." I looked to the floor. I could not look him in the eye.
He broke me again. I was right, I was just the back up. Nothing more than that.
I have been writing this chapter with a mix of different emotions. How are you all holding up? Let me know in the comments.