Chapter 37

Honestly speaking, Bellamy had seen Fraser at his worst more than once in the past six years. Sure, he did hesitate for quite a while between her and his family, between her and Marianne-but when she thought about it clearly, he had mostly let her be the one to give in. Because he knew she couldn't let go of him, so he'd just take control of everything between them like it was no big deal. Bellamy was painfully aware that this bossy, overbearing man never truly loved her-not the way she wanted. He was just used to having her around. She'd given six whole years to him-the prime years of a girl's life-and never once had she heard him say "I love you." In those quiet, lonely nights, she would secretly wish Fraser could just act like a normal boyfriend for once and tell her he loved her. But deep down, she knew that was just a fantasy. Still, no matter what Fraser felt for her, no matter how many times he'd made her cry silently alone, he was the man who treated her best-aside from her fat