ng handed to me on a
plate—the job, you, my beautiful husband, who I never . . . I never knew I’d
love this way, this hard, this fast, this . . . indelibly.” I take a deep steadying
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“But you’re like a freight train, and I don’t want to get railroaded because the
girl you fell in love with will be crushed. And what’ll be left? All that would be
left is a vacuous social x-ray, flitting from charity function to charity function.” I
pause once more, struggling to find the words to convey how I feel. “And now
you want me to be a company CEO, which has never even been on my
radar. I’m bouncing between all these ideas, struggling. You want me at
home. You want me to run a company. It’s so confusing.” I stop, tears
threatening, and I force back a sob.
“You’ve got to let me make my own decisions, take my own risks, and make
my own mistakes, and let me learn from them. I need to walk before I can run,
Christian, don’t you see. I want some independence. That’s what my name
means to me.” There, that’s what I wanted to say this afternoon.
“You feel railroaded?” he whispers.
I nod.
He closes his eyes and runs his hand through his hair in agitation. “I just want
to give you the world, Ana, everything and anything you want. And sa一ve you
from it, too. Keep you safe. But I also want everyone to know you’re mine. I
panicked today when I got your email. Why didn’t you tell me about your
name?”
I flush. He has a point.
“I only thought about it while we were on our honeymoon, and well, I didn’t
want to burst the bubble, and I forgot about it. I only remembered yesterday
evening. And then Jack . . . you know, it was distracting. I’m sorry, I should
ha一ve told you or discussed it with you, but I could never seem to find the right
time.”
Christian’s intense gaze is unnerving. It’s as if he’s trying to will his way into
my skull, but he says nothing.
“Why did you panic?” I ask.
“I just don’t want you to slip through my finger
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