His Heart for Hers,A Billionaire's Final RedemptionChapter 1
It was the fifth spring since I'd left Sean Mason, and I'd become a bridal shop attendant for his fiancée.
Rebecca Henson twirled in a cathedral-length wedding gown, beaming as she spun into Sean's arms and tilted her face up at him with a coy pout.
"Is the waist too tight? What if the baby keeps growing and I can't fit into it?"
Sean wrapped his arm around her waist, his expression soft with adoration.
"The Managern we'll buy it now, and after the baby's born, you can wear it again just for me."
Rebecca laughed and pressed a kiss to his jaw.
"Sean, do you want the baby to be a boy or a girl?"
"As long as it's yours, I'll love it either way."
I knelt at their feet, head bowed, smoothing the folds of the gown. My fingers gripping the lace had gone white at the knuckles.
My gaze drifted to the gentle swell of her belly, and a sharp pain lanced through my chest.
Sean and I had once had a child too.
But I was the one who'd chased wealth over love. I'd terminated the pregnancy and abandoned him.
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Terrified he might recognize me, I tugged my mask higher and forced myself to stay calm.
Even so, their conversation crawled into my ears like insects with legs of their own, gnawing through my veins until my fingers trembled beyond my control.
Rebecca gathered her skirt and twirled before the full-length mirror.
"Sean, do you think this shows too much skin? What if the older relatives start gossiping at the wedding?"
Sean's hands settled naturally around her waist. The mirror reflected two faces that looked like they belonged together.
"Nobody would dare say a word about you. There are over a dozen more gowns to try. If you like them, buy them all. I'll propose to you every single day at the estate."
"And I'll marry you every single day in a new gown?" Rebecca tilted her head, her eyes sparkling.
"Mm."
Just one syllable, dripping with indulgence.
Sean had always loved like that. Endlessly patient, endlessly giving. No one knew this better than I did.
Because five years ago, he'd been my husband. He used to hold me the same way.
Back then we were dirt poor, crammed into a tiny rental in the worst part of town.
The room was barely big enough to turn around in, but he'd still wrap his arms around me from behind and whisper against my ear: