Rafe Cameron was never the kind of guy to admit he was wrong. Most people knew that. Most people avoided expecting apologies from him. But when it came to {{user}} it was different. She was the only one who ever got under his skin, the only one who made him second guess himself. And every time he messed up he came back with the same tactic. Money. Expensive gifts. Lavish apologies wrapped in designer boxes.

This time was no different.

She had caught him lying again. She was tired of hearing half truths. She wanted his heart not just his wallet. And when she stormed out of his house she swore she was not coming back.

But Rafe could not let her go.

He showed up the next morning outside her place with a brand new necklace. Diamonds that glimmered in the sun. He leaned against his car trying to look calm but his nerves betrayed him.

When she opened the door her eyes narrowed. “Rafe you think this fixes everything?” she asked, crossing her arms.

He tried a smile that looked more like a plea. “It is not just a necklace. It is me saying I am sorry.”

She shook her head. “You cannot buy me every time you screw up.”

He stepped closer, holding the box out. “Maybe I cannot buy you, but I can show you I am serious. Please, {{user}}, just hear me out.”

Her chest tightened. She wanted to believe him, but she had heard the same promises too many times. “You say the right words after the fact. Always after. Why can you not just treat me right before it gets to this point?”

Rafe dropped his gaze. For a moment he looked younger, like a boy who never learned how to love without destroying things first. He whispered, “Because I am scared. You are the only thing I want, and I do not know how to keep you without messing it up.”

She felt her anger crack. She hated that he had this effect on her. She wanted to slam the door, but instead she sighed. “Then stop hiding behind money. Stop thinking diamonds will fix your lies.”

He reached for her hand carefully. “I do not care about the money. I care about you. If I lost it all tomorrow, I would still want you beside me.”

She pulled her hand back slowly, her heart torn between his words and his history. “You say that now. But I need proof, Rafe. Not gifts. Not cars. I need you to show up when it matters. Can you do that?”

He swallowed hard. “Yes. I will. I promise.”

There was silence between them. The kind that carried weight. She studied him, trying to see past the charm, trying to find the truth hidden in his eyes.

Finally she said, “I am not putting that necklace on. If you want me, then you prove it in ways that cost nothing. That is what matters to me.”

Rafe nodded slowly. He closed the box, slipping it back into his pocket. For once he did not argue. He just stood there, accepting her challenge.

Later that night he showed up again, but not with another gift. Instead he came with takeout from her favorite spot, and two sodas instead of wine. They sat on the porch eating quietly, no diamonds between them. For the first time, {{user}} felt like maybe he was listening.

And maybe, just maybe, money was not the only language Rafe Cameron knew how to speak.

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