"You love me?" he asked quietly, his gaze piercing into her tearful eyes, "Tell me, when was the last time you looked at me without thinking of what you could gain? When was the last time you held my hand without cameras flashing nearby? When was the last time you spoke to your sons without calculating how it would reflect on your image? When was the last time we even had a simple dinner together? When was the last time we sat down to enjoy a movie?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out to express herself and refute those claims. She was too busy to be bothered by their existence... How could she let go of her career that had taken her time and sweat to grow?
He exhaled softly, his expression unreadable, "You can keep pretending if it gives you comfort, but don't ever expect me to believe it again."
