Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 91
Could he maybe make up his mind?
“No, it wasn’t. Letting you break up with me was, though. Thinking I had to give you up was.
Thinking I had to make a choice between you and my music at all was. Cheating on you because I was a coward, and afraid that I was going to lose you no matter what, was. Thinking we were too young to promise forever was. We would have made it work.”
“How do you know?” “Because music was only ever a part of my dream. You were all of it, Abbi, and without you, the rest is nothing.
I’m telling you the truth right now when I say, I could never pick up a guitar again after today, and if I had you, I’d be just fine, but I just spent the last eight years living it the other way around, and it doesn’t work for me.
Not even close. I was ready to finally make it right when Katya went and faked a pregnancy.” “What!” I nearly shouted, and then quickly lowered my voice. “She faked it?”
He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, and then opened them again. I could see him working to shutter that pain. “It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that after everything, you and I are both standing here.
Somehow, through it all, we both found our way back, and now I can show you how serious I am, how serious I was two months ago.” He turned and moved across the room, bending to retrieve something from the top drawer of his nightstand.
I could see it was still full of worn journals and notebooks, probably the same ones he’d filled up in high school, but I couldn’t see what he grabbed. Until he straightened and faced me again. My reaction to this little velvet box was very different to the first one.
My heart stopped, my breath caught, my eyes grew wide as saucers and my knees grew weak. He took the first step toward me, and with a stutter my heart began to beat again, double-time and a swarm of butterflies, or maybe bats, began aerial acrobatics in my stomach.
With easy, confident strides, his legs ate up the distance between us, and my world narrowed with my vision. Nothing existed outside of that black box in his hand, nothing except him. When he was standing right in front of me, he flipped it open.
A gasp escaped me, and my heart swelled so big I thought it might crack my chest wide open, escape and float up into outer space. I’d never seen a ring quite like it in my life. I wasn’t sure a more lovely, exquisite, perfect, ring existed.
I could tell it was vintage, out of another era, and it was stunning, in such an understated way. My eyes quickly flashed to his. “It’s not, that’s not the ring that . . .”
Realizing what I was asking, he quickly said, “God, no. This isn’t the ring I gave Katya.” A relieved breath whooshed out of me. I’d never gotten a close look at the rock on her finger. “I bought this one long before I bought hers.”
My brow scrunched. “How long?” I asked curiously. One side of his mouth quirked up. “A while.” I pursed my lips, but then couldn’t help but look dreamily at the ring again. The room fell quiet as I stared at it and then slowly lifted my eyes again.
“Well, don’t you have something to ask me?” He chuckled faintly. “I guess I do, and I suppose I should do it right?” He quirked a brow at me and I steepled my hands in front of my mouth, nodding my head vigorously.
He slowly knelt to one knee in front of me. “Abbi,” he drew out. “Will you” “Yes,” I cried tearing my hands away from my mouth and shoving my left hand in his face. A beautiful laugh rumbled from his chest. “You didn’t even let me finish.”
“I think I’ve been patient enough. Gimme the damn ring.” He grinned. “Gladly,” and he plucked the ring from where it was nestled in the silk, and slid it slowly onto my finger.” A perfect fit.