Page 29 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Disposable Wife

He turned around to see his wife huddled against the window, making herself as small as possible, and the sight of it nearly killed him, because Kendra had spent her entire life making herself small for men who didn't deserve her, and now he had made her do it again.

"Please just let me go,” she said brokenly. “I c-can't bear it if you throw me away again—"

"I was lying,cara."

"Just please—"

Her words stuttered to a stop.

W-What was he doing?

“Dario, no—”

This wasn't what she wanted.

She just needed him to let her go so she would stop hurting.

So why—

"Forgive me. Please give me another chance."

Why was her powerful husband on his knees before her?

On the floor of the car, in his suit, his hands gripping the edge of the seat she was pressed against, looking up at her with eyes that were red and desperate and terrified in a way she had never seen on any human being, let alone a man whose name made people cross streets—

"Please."

"Dario—"

Terror seized him when he heard her say his name as if she was about to say goodbye.

Dio Mio.

He had never prayed.

Not even when he had faced death countless times in the world his father had left him.

Not even when Marjorie had made him feel like a sick bastard who didn't deserve to touch another person for the rest of his life.

But now—

Aiutami. Help me. Ho bisogno di lei. I need her. Per favore.

And after that, Dario somehow found himself telling the truth.

"Six months ago, I saw you running in the rain." His voice was wrecked. Stripped down to something he had never let anyone hear. "And that was it. I fell in love with you."

Kendra's hand flew to her chest. Her heart was hurting so, so badly at the way he seemed to be grasping for words when he had always been so eloquent in whichever language he spoke. This man who commanded rooms and dismantled companies and made people flinch with a glance was kneeling on the floor of a car, struggling to form a sentence.

"But I knew you might think I was...pazzo."

She pressed her fist harder against her chest, as if she could hold her heart together by force.

"So I thought I would take it slow. But the next day, you married him."

His jaw clenched, and she watched the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed.

"And I could not forgive myself for it when I found out he was cheating on you. That both of them were hurting you."