He Married Her For A Bet—But The Night She Collapsed, Everything He Thought He Controlled Fell Apart P2
“You know what I find interesting?”
The woman looked terrified.
“What?”
“You’ve spent the last twenty minutes discussing my wife’s appearance.”
He paused.
“But you haven’t spent five seconds asking what kind of person she is.”
Maya’s eyes widened.
Taylor continued.
“You don’t know that she was the person who stayed with my mother in the hospital when I couldn’t get away from work.”
The room went silent.
“You don’t know that she remembers the birthdays of people who work for me.”
He looked around.
“You don’t know that she once paid a hotel employee’s rent because the woman was about to lose her apartment.”
Maya whispered, “Taylor, stop.”
He looked at her.
“No.”
His voice softened.
“I’m not stopping.”
He turned back toward the room.
“You see a simple dress and assume she has nothing.”
His eyes moved over the designer gowns and expensive jewelry.
“You see someone who doesn’t belong in your world.”
He paused.
“But here’s the truth.”
He reached for Maya’s other hand.
“I’ve spent years surrounded by people who would sell their own family for another million dollars.”
He looked at Maya.
“And then I met her.”
His voice changed.
“She never asked me for anything.”
Maya stared at him.
Taylor continued.
“She didn’t care about my money.”
“She didn’t care about my name.”
“She didn’t care about this house.”
“She didn’t care about my cars.”
“She didn’t even care about my reputation.”
A faint smile appeared.
“She cared about whether I was okay.”
Maya’s eyes began to fill with tears.
Taylor noticed.
He gently squeezed her hand.
“You want to know why I married her?”
Nobody moved.
“Because she is the only person in this room who didn’t want anything from me.”
The woman near the bar looked down.
Taylor wasn’t finished.
“And because when I was at my worst, she stayed.”
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