Accidentally Married to the Billionaire 3(46)

It took everything he had not to look distraught. And he knew the tears would come. Not matter how manly he tried to behave. But those would have to come behind closed doors.

“You have our deepest sympathy,” a reporter said.

His eyes welled with tears as his throat tightened.

“Thank you,” Brandon said, voice wavering.

The Wicked Queen touched his arm as if giving him comfort. He answered a few questions, and said a few more words about his loving wife, then went back inside.

Brandon had never felt so lost and heartbroken.

He locked the door and tried to gather his thoughts. Thunder crashed and lightning flashed. Brandon hoped God was striking the bitch down. The Wicked Queen deserved it. Not because she won, but because she didn’t give a shit about Marj dying in a tragic accident.

He went and shut all the curtains so the media couldn’t peer inside. Why wouldn’t these people give him some space at such a horrible time? He gave them a statement but they still weren’t leaving.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt so fucking bad.

He needed more answers about Marj’s death. So he decided to drive to the airline and see what he could find out. What made the plane crash? Was it the storm? And maybe they couldn’t get him answers, but he needed more information. Everything he knew was vague at most. He desperately wanted more details.

He grabbed his car keys and headed out into the rain. He didn’t even think about an umbrella. Getting soaking wet was the least of his concerns. He stopped when the gates suddenly opened and Marj’s car pulled inside.

He froze.

What the hell?

The car pulled up, and his eyes were glued to the vehicle.

Marj?

No, she was dead.

It had to be an employee from the airport bringing it back from the airport. They’d probably want him to get one of his drivers to drive him or her back. Jonathon was here. He could take the driver back to the airport.

He squinted through the rain. Bringing her car back here could’ve waited. It was like rubbing salt in the wound. Livid, he went to yell at whoever the driver was. He knew the code in, so it must’ve been given to the driver by his lawyer.

A woman stepped out of the car. She looked exactly like Marj. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Deceiving him? Was he so distraught, he was hallucinating? Heart racing, he peered through the pouring rain. Thunder boomed. Lightning split the air.

“Marj?” he called.

“Brandon?” she yelled back.

His heart leapt. It was her voice!

“Marj!” he shouted as he barreled toward her.

He wrapped his arms around her. It was definitely his wife. She was alive. He didn’t understand what kind of joke had been played on him. But none of it mattered. She looked up at him with a gleaming smile. She ran her hand through her hair, slicking it back, droplets beading on her eyelashes like tiny diamonds.

His lips crashed onto hers.

Her lips. They felt like heaven. He slipped his tongue into her waiting mouth and devoured her whole. Her hot mouth set him on fire as they shared a deep, passionate kiss. He never wanted to come up for air.

“Nice to see you, too,” she said, her face radiating with joy.

His mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come out.

She pushed a strand of wet hair out of her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re right,” he said.

“About what? Why don’t we get inside?”

“No, this can’t wait another second. I’m letting my life slip on by. You’ve opened my eyes, and now I see everything I’m missing. All I know is that I want you in my future forever. I want us to stay married and have lots of children.”

She blinked as raindrops beaded on her eyelashes.

“I want us to share a real life together,” he said. “And I’ll cut down my work. I won’t prioritize my career over our relationship. And I promise I’ll be there for you and our future kids. I won’t be that absent dad or workaholic husband who’s never home. I won’t miss our kid’s concerts or soccer games, and that’s a solemn promise. I’m going to be there…for everything. My life is going to change this very second, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman on the planet.”

“Oh, Brandon.”

He pushed a wet strand of hair from her face and gazed lovingly into her eyes. “I love you, Marj. I love you so much. And I’m never letting you go.”

“You love me?”

He cupped her cheek. “I love you.”

She softly kissed his lips. “I love you too.”

“I didn’t think love existed,” Brandon said. “But I now know that love does exist. And it’s a beautiful thing.”