Ninety Three

Dante

I don't sleep much tonight.

Lost in thought, I watch Isabella on the bed in the corner, the even rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps. My wife. Would she refuse?

She just needs time to think about it. If she didn't want, she would have refused without hesitation. I hope she doesn't take a lot of time thinking about it. I know it would be difficult to be able to deal with an asshole like me for the rest of her life but I promise I will be a better man for her.

She has been here with me for the last whole week while I laid here half-dead. Because she loves me. There is no way on earth she would have stayed to take care of me and help out with my businesses if she didn't love me the way I love her. She could have left and gone to her family or to her friend but she stayed. She stayed because I matter in her life. She won't refuse my proposal. I will manage to convince her.