Celina looked straight into his eyes, her tears falling without restraint.

Thor released her arms and stepped back.

“I’m at fault,” he said. “For not ending things with Isabela before getting involved with you. I made a mistake. I should’ve barred her from having free access to my penthouse before I ever brought you there. But I wanted to spend more time with you. Because I’m not playing house, Celina.”

He paused, taking a deep breath.

“I made a mistake by sleeping with Isabela without protection. And now she’s pregnant. She knew exactly how to trap me with that. Yes, the wedding is set, but it’s all for family interests. I had no choice… until I met you.”

Thor stepped closer.

“I’m standing here owning up to my mistakes. But you… did you even stop to think? Because at that dinner, I was with you. The whole time. And then, I went to my room to set things straight in my life—because you’re my priority. And what did you do?”

Celina’s breath hitched.

“Baby… forgive me. But put yourself in