"I don't care about the deal. When I took my vows, I meant every word."

The color drains from her face. She gapes, slowly shaking her head.

I continue, "You wanted to know why I changed them? I'll tell you what I should have told you when you asked on our wedding night. I knew you were the one. I was stupid not to admit it. And I'll be damned if I break my vows."

She stands perfectly still, as if frozen, minus her chest rising and falling faster.

I keep talking, stating, "I'm not going to sign anything saying that our marriage didn't happen, because it did. Maybe it wasn't real for you, Georgia, but for me, it was nothing but real."

Her eyes fill with tears. She blinks hard and whispers, "Why are you doing this to me?"

I close the gap between us. "I love you. Nothing you say is going to change my mind. I'm not annulling this marriage."

"Sebastian…" Her head moves side to side.

"Tell me that you don't love me," I challenge.

It takes her a minute, but she claims, "I don't. You don't love me either. It was just—"

"I heard you tell me last night. Was that a lie?" I interject.

She opens her mouth and then shuts it. She looks away. I turn her chin back.

"You aren't a liar. So don't start now," I declare.

She scrunches her face.

"Admit you don't love me, Sunshine. Tell me you don't love me, and I'll let you go."

Nothing comes out of her mouth.

I back her up to the glass and cage myself around her.

She glances up. "Sebastian, we can't do this again. It hurts too much."

"We can't what? You're my wife, Georgia. Whatever I have to do to make you happy and keep you happy forever, I'm going to do. If I have to spend the rest of my days making up for what an asshole I was, I will. And it hurts because we both know we belong together," I profess.

Her lips tremble.

"Tell me you want to be with me," I demand.

She stays quiet. Anguish paints her beautiful features.

"Tell me you want me as your husband," I plead.

Teardrops roll down her cheek.

I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling more desperate than ever to earn her love again. I beg, "Please tell me you want me." My heart's breaking in two. It feels like it's never going to be back to normal.

Then she quietly admits, "I do want you."

I open my eyes. "As your husband?"

She nods, confessing, "Yes."

"Forever?"

She sniffles. "Yes."

I swallow the lump in my throat. It's everything I've wanted her to admit.

She reaches up and pulls my face toward her. Her lips move an inch from mine. I lean closer to kiss her, but she retreats, then warns, "Don't hurt me again, Sebastian. Make a new vow to me."