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Chapter 29

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//Present//

Killian’s POV

“Why’d you put me in a fucking cube? I’m your fiancé, Killian!” She hissed, attempting to hit me. I grabbed her wrist in my hand, squeezing hard enough to get my point across.

“It’s been years. I’ve moved on. You should too. Our engagement has been broken off,” I said in a monotoned voice and left the room. I could hear her cries, but it didn’t affect me. I had to talk to the actual woman who had my heart.

“So you leave for a whole day, and I don’t get to know where?” She questioned, not looking up from her journal. I let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I softly smiled even though she couldn’t see me.

“Can you bring me some chicken?” She now looked up from her book, giving me puppy dog eyes. I chuckled but nodded.

“Sure,” I said and sat on her bed beside her. She sat her book down.

“Where were you?” She turned towards me, but I couldn’t meet her eyes. It hurt too much.

“I have to tell you something,” I choked up and tried to continue. She grabbed my right hand in her left one. Mine enveloped hers in a soothing way for both of us.

“Okay, go on,” she softly smiled at me. I squeezed her hand before finally looking into her eyes.

“I’m sort of engaged to someone. Well, I was. I just broke it off,” I blurted out. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she blinked slowly once, twice, and finally after the third time, she sighed out.

“So you cheated on your fiancé with me?” She whispered and unclasped her hand from mine. I instantly took it back in my hands.

“Well, yes but also no. She’s been gone for fourteen years. I thought she was dead. I never saw her again, and Dawn and Adrien, the previous owners of this facility, stole me. I was in a cell for years, only leaving for training. Eventually, I forgot about her. It’s been fourteen years. She should’ve been dead,” I explained. She tilted her head up to the ceiling and closed her eyes.

“Did Dawn and Adrien try to find her? Did you try to find her?” She asked. She wasn’t overreacting. That’s good.

“They searched for a week, but I was in a cell. I could,” I was desperate at this point to get this conversation over with.

“What about after you got out of the cell? Did you give up on her by then?” She was asking hard hitting questions.

I guess the truth is that I never searched for her. I don’t think I wanted to. I loved her with all of my heart, but something was off between us. We weren’t what we needed to be. We weren’t meant for each other.

“I loved her. I really really did, but a part of me knew that I wasn’t hers, and she wasn’t mine,” I said and stared at the beautiful woman before me.

“You loved her, but you knew that you weren’t meant for each other? I- I don’t know what to say,” she decided to once again get out of my solid grip I had on her hand. She scooted an inch or two away from me, but kept the eye contact.

“Don’t say anything then. Just be here with me in the present,” I insisted, trying to get her to scoot closer to me.

“Why did you stay with her then if you didn’t want to be with her, if you knew that she wasn’t the one for you?” She looked hurt, but still stared at me.

“I-I have a daughter,” my throat was dry, and I felt like passing out. I can’t believe I just mentioned that to her.

“You have a what?” She whispered. At least she wasn’t screaming.

“That’s why I couldn’t leave her. I had a child, and I thought I loved her,” I said.

Wait, I did love her, didn’t I? Then why’d I just say that I thought I loved her? Beth was like my breath of fresh air, right? I loved her. I think.

“Did you abandon the child? Where is it now? Why didn’t you tell me you had a fucking child, Killian? You couldn’t have told me before we gave ourselves to each other?” Now she was screaming. I flinched back from her words that cut deeper than a knife.

“Do you regret being with me now?” I quietly asked. I could barely even hear my words, but she could.

“At this point? I don’t know. I mean you kept secrets from me, withheld the truth, and convinced me that I was the only one, that I was yours,” a tear slipped from her right eye. I wanted to wipe it away, but I couldn’t because she furiously wiped it away and stood from the bed.

“You are the only one. You are mine. I swear. I’m all yours,” I smiled at her, but there was pain in my heart.

“Who’s the child? Where is it?” She changed the topic. I frowned and sucked in a breath.

“I-I can’t say,” I murmured. She ran a hand through her curls.

“Don’t you see, Killian? You can’t even be honest with me about something that fucking simple! I’m trying to give you myself, but you can’t even tell me anything about you! How do you expect this to work?” She hollered. I stood up to try to calm her down.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can make us work. I promise. I just can’t tell you certain things. I’m sorry,” I attempted to grab her hand in mine, but she backed away from me.

“I’m sorry too. You need you go. I don’t want to be with someone who keeps secrets, big secrets,” she hissed and pointed to the door.

When I didn’t move, she screamed, “Get out!” and a gust of wind pushed me out of the room. I tried to go against it, but I knew that she needed her space. She was hurt. I had hurt her.

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