"Tell me, do you still love me?"
"Samantha…" Michael sighs.
"No. Answer me. I can handle whatever the answer is." I urge him while clasping my shaking hands together. I am actually too afraid to hear the truth, especially if it's negative news, but I won't let him see how nervous I am.
He stamps his hand hard on the desk, jolting me, "Stop it! Don't you dare ask me such a thing."
"Michael, I—"
"Not after what you did to me!"
"I…" I raise one shoulder in a shrug. Admitting what I did is a hard pill to swallow. But I have to swallow it, regardless, "I was just doing my job."
He scoffs at me, his gray eyes darkening, "You said you loved me, Samantha. You swore it to me that I meant the world to you."
"And I meant it. You do mean the world to me."
His jaw tightens. Probably frustrated, he closes his eyes and continues working on his jaws. He is obviously restraining himself from saying the next thing on his mind.
