Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 645

"His company, Lutz Group, is now among the top five in Emperor City. Bryce was quite the talk of the town back in Banyan City, even when he was younger. A man like him is rare. And what's even more precious is his devotion to you. He's been through thick and thin with you. Uncle thinks he's a keeper; you shouldn't let him slip away again."

Uncle's words couldn't have been clearer.

Whitney looked down, embarrassed. It was precisely because Bryce was so good that she found it even harder to face him.

"You should take Bryce upstairs to rest," Keegan suggested, playing matchmaker.

Whitney, silent and hesitant, only moved after her uncle went inside. She then turned to face Bryce.

"Bryce, I'm sorry... Sammy finally came home tonight, and I want to spend some time with my boys."

"Of course, they must have a lot to tell you," Bryce replied with a smile, his face full of understanding. He coughed lightly, "I can sleep in the guest room."

Whitney knew she couldn't keep avoiding the issue. She bit her lip and finally said, "Bryce... Maybe it's time we get the divorce papers sorted."

Bryce froze.

His gentle face suddenly turned sour, a flash of coldness in his eyes. "Why? Whitney, are you still not over Ludwik?"

"I'm not."

Whitney chuckled bitterly, frank yet ashamed. "Bryce, I just don't want to lie to you. During my time on the island, things between Ludwik and me were complicated... He constantly pressured me to have his child, thinking that would keep me from leaving him.

But I didn't let him succeed. I'm not pregnant.

But I did wrong by you. I don't deserve to be with you anymore. Your family must hate me by now.

Plus, everyone's making fun of you because of me. I think... you deserve someone better. Let's end this."

Bryce, hiding his turmoil behind a glass of water, looked up again with a composed, loving gaze.

"Whitney, let me ask you one more time. Was it your choice to be with him like that?"

"No!" Whitney, recalling those nights on the island, shook her head in disgust.

"That's all I needed to hear." Bryce pulled her closer, speaking softly, "As a husband, should I wish for my wife to fight back against her captor's abuse to the death, or to do whatever it takes to survive?

I don't know about other men.

But for me, Whitney, your safety and life are what matter most. Really, all I care about is you."

"Bryce..." Whitney's heart throbbed, her eyes welling up.

"When we met three years ago, I was fully aware of your situation. I never expected fidelity from you, and you know that."

"I blame myself for not being strong enough to protect you," Bryce continued tenderly. "I couldn't even call the police for fear of endangering my parents.

These past days, I've been more anxious than you, afraid you'd come back and despise me for my weakness."

"Stop that," Whitney interjected. "Bryce, I understand. I wouldn't have called the police either. It's all Ludwik's fault."