Or, he could be honest.
He could show her he was human.
He was just a man.
He pushed free of the guards. Step by step, he made his way to her. Stood in front of her.
His insides screamed he was still too far.
‘I’m sorry,’ he husked as the crowds fell away, and it was just her. Her big blue eyes looking up at him. ‘I’m sorry I hurt you, Poppy. I’m—’
‘We should go inside. The cameras,’ she said, as if it was urgent, as if this moment was not what he wanted the world to see.
He didn’t care.
‘Let them see,’ he said. ‘Let them all know I love my…my wife.’
‘We’re not married any more,’ she said quietly.
‘I am glad we are not.’
She flinched.
‘It is over. The past. But I want to learn from it. I… Forgive me, Poppy,’ he demanded because he knew it was what he needed now.
Her forgiveness.
Her love.
‘If we could try again,’ he continued too quickly—too breathlessly.‘A fresh start. Arealone this time. We could get married again, Poppy. We could start again. Have a family. I want a family with you.’ His heart pumped. So hard.So fast.
‘I love you.’
Poppy started to cry.
She hid her face behind her hands.
Arms came around her. Big and strong.
‘Oh, Konstantinos.’
‘Everything is going to be okay, Poppy.’
She buried her face into his chest. Into the solidity of him. And she sobbed.
Konstantinos was her safe place.
He was telling her it was okay.
Everything would be okay.
And she believed him.
She lifted her face and he looked down into hers. Poppy raised her hands on his shoulders, raised herself on her tiptoes.
‘I love you,’ she said, and she kissed him.
They kissed each other.