I Saw The Comments Calling Me Evil And Realized I Was Pregnant Chapter 11
When our son turned one, I opened a beauty salon.
With my background as a nurse, my knowledge of clinical aesthetics, and the addition of the Rothschild family’s resources, business boomed immediately.
I was no longer that foolish beauty who only knew how to spend money and scream at her man.
I had my own career and my own income.
Though it was nothing compared to the Rothschild empire, spending money I earned myself felt entirely different.
Nash was very supportive.
He picked me up from work every single day after closing, rain or shine.
My employees always gushed, “Khloe, your husband is way too hot!”
I would just reply, “He’s alright, I guess.”
But inside, I was absolutely beaming.
One evening, I stayed late at the salon to handle some paperwork and got home past my usual time.
Pushing the front door open, I saw Nash sitting on the couch with our son fast asleep across his lap.
He looked up at me, “You’re back?”
“Yeah. Why didn’t you put him to bed?”
“He insisted on waiting for Mommy,” he smiled faintly, “Just as stubborn as you.”
I knelt, scooped our son into my arms, and carried him over to his crib.
When I returned to the living room, Nash took my hand.
“Khloe, thank you.”
“For what?”
“Thank you for never giving up on me,” he looked directly into my eyes, “Back in that apartment, when you yelled at me every day, I used to wonder if I really was just useless and not good enough for you. But you never actually left.”
An intense ache throbbed in my chest.
“Actually, when I went to the airport that day, I really was planning to leave,” I confessed, “I assumed you wouldn’t want me anymore once you got your memory back.”
“I know,” he pulled me securely into his arms, “That’s why I grounded every single flight. If you had actually left, I would have chased you to the ends of the earth.”
[Ah, he’s so devoted.]
[Where do you even find a man like this? Does the government hand them out?]
Leaning against his chest, a sudden thought crossed my mind.
“Nash, you said before that you knew I lied about that fifty thousand dollars. Why didn’t you ever call me out on it?”
He remained silent for a long moment.
“Because I figured that if you weren’t even willing to lie to me anymore, that would mean you truly didn’t want me.”
“You…”
“Khloe, listen to me. You might have lied about the money, but you never faked your feelings for me,” he looked down at me, “When you yelled at me, your eyes showed how much you hurt for me.”
“When you told me to get out, your voice was trembling. You never actually hated me. You were just terrified.”
“Terrified of what?”
“Terrified that my kindness to you wasn’t real, terrified that I would leave you one day, and terrified that you’d fall too deep to ever get out.”
I froze completely.
He was right about everything.
How did he manage to see right through me like that?
“So,” he pinched my cheek gently, “don’t ever run away again. No matter what happens, I’m never leaving you.”
I nodded vigorously. “Okay. I won’t.”