Betty's POV

The weight of his words, the sincerity, and the years of pain finally shattered me. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. My shoulders shook as heavy sobs broke free.

“Ivan…” I cried, stepping forward and burying my face in his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me tightly, one hand cradling the back of my head.

“Do not cry, Butterfly,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “This is supposed to make you happy.”

His sincerity broke something in ...