Idara
I looked away from him, then sighed deeply, bracing myself before telling the truth.
“Marilyn was my friend,” I said, finally meeting his eyes, “and she’s the reason I left where I used to live.”
He raised a brow. “And why is that?” he asked, clearly interested.
I shrugged, knowing I had to choose my words carefully.
“I told people she had a secret child because she provoked me,” I said quietly. “I did it in a way that ruined her upcoming wedding.” I paused, then let it out fully. Yes, I destroyed Marilyn’s chance of marrying Jax.
“And why would you do that?” he asked. His face was blank, impossible to read.
“Because she was insulting me in front of her guests,” I replied. “She always did things like that, but that day I snapped. I let her secret slip.” The memory replayed viv
