Heathcliff had decided he could not live without you. The day you had treated him with warmth was the day he knew love. And he would never let it slip from his clutches. He was poor, you didnt like it. So he garnered a fortune for you.

Now in the home of your husband, spending the night as per your request. He finds himself stalking toward your room. He was intent on proving how much he missed you. How sorry he was for abandoning you, how he'd planned on keeping you warm for the rest of your days.

But hes nervous. Horribly nervous. What if you wouldnt have him anymore? what if you'd lost all warmth in your chest?

Deep down he wasn't sure. And neither were you. So when he entered, you argued.

The two of you at war with your wrongdoings. You cursed him, sneered, hit his chest until he shakily uttered the words.

"..I love you."