Wanted by Her Lost Love

cheeks.“Well, I don’t forgive you. Nor can I forget that youbetrayed me in the worst way a man can betray thewoman he’s supposed to love and be sworn toprotect.”He took a step back, reeling from the fury in hervoice. His eyes narrowed. “You don’t forgive me?”“I told you the truth that day,” she said hoarsely,her voice cracking under the weight of her tears. “Ibegged you to believe me. I got down on my kneesand begged you. And what did you do? You wroteme a damn check and told me to get out.”He took another step back, his hand going to hishair. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. So muchof that day was a blur. He remembered her on herknees, her tear-stained face, how she put her handon his leg and whispered, “Please don’t do this.”It made him sick. He never wanted to go back tothe way he felt that day, but somehow this was worsebecause there was something terribly wrong in hereyes and in her voice. “Your brother assaulted me.He forced himself on me. I didn’t invite his attentions.I wore the bruises from his attack for two weeks. Twoweeks. I was so stunned by what he’d done that all I