Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1416

The silence in the room deepened as Beck wrestled with the urge to come clean to Maja about her true identity. But shame glued his feet to the floor. He felt utterly undeserving to face his sister.

And the slap mark on her cheek was so glaringly obvious.

"Maja, who did this to you?" Beck asked, his voice a low growl.

If it was one of the bodyguards, he'd make sure they'd pay for it.

Maja touched her swollen cheek with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "You might want to ask your dear older brother about that."

Her words hit Beck like a barrage of slaps across his face. A sudden flush of heat raced through him, a mix of heartbreak and humiliation.

It was his brother? But his brother never laid a hand on women. Beck's fingertips trembled as they lightly brushed her cheek, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Maja froze, witnessing Beck's tears for the first time. What was this playboy crying for?

Beck knew his reaction was over the top, but he couldn't help it. He raised a hand to wipe away his tears, but they only fell faster.

"I'm sorry, Maja, really, I'm sorry."

"Umm."

Maja was at a loss, tugging at Ian's sleeve, silently pleading for him to say something. But Ian, still reeling from her earlier silence, felt like his heart was being pricked by needles.

After a few seconds, his tears started to fall silently too. Maja didn't want his child. No matter what he did now, it seemed like nothing could make up for his past mistakes.

Maja looked up to meet his tearful gaze. Then turned to face Beck's tears. She suddenly didn't know what to say.

She understood why Ian cried. The pain of her not wanting their child was evident. But why was Beck joining in on this emotional turmoil?

She reached out and gently grasped Ian's fingertips.

Ian's eyelashes quivered, he turned away, silently tightening his grip on her hand, still saying nothing.

With a sigh, Maja turned back to Beck.

"Mr. Sanders, if it was your brother who hit me, why are you apologizing? And why the tears?"

Beck didn't speak, his tears flowing like a broken faucet, more abundant by the second. He even embraced Maja, sobbing loudly.