My eyes go wide as he tightens his grip on my hand and pulls me flush against his body. “Misha, what are you saying?”
“I’m sorry I made you feel like you were not worthy of me, kiska. I’m sorry I forced you into a loveless marriage. But I’m most sorry for making you think that I didn’t care. Because the truth is, I love you, Paige Orlov.” He brings my hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckle. “I’m sorry I took so long to say it.”
There’s no going back now.
Paige stares up at me, caught between disbelief and hope. “Misha…”
“I know I’ve said a lot of stupid s**t in the last few weeks,” I say. “But starting now, I’m going to be honest.”
“I’m not sure what’s happening right now. If you’re messing with me, it’s cruel.”
“I’m not messing with you, Paige.”
She shakes her head. “But
