Third person pov:
Logan froze, the weight of his own words crashing down on him. He pressed his palm against his forehead in sheer frustration. Allison lunged forward, her fingers knotting into the fabric of his shirt, pulling so hard the seams strained.
"You knew and you never told me," she screamed, her voice cracking with betrayal. "Is it not bad enough that you used me?"
"Allison, he didn't want you knowing because it could break you." Desperation bled through his voice. The one person he wanted to protect was shattering right in front of him, and the horror of realizing she now viewed him as a monster made his chest ache.
He desperately grabbed her wrists, trying to loosen her iron grip on his clothes. "The only truth here is that I am still married to Selena. I planned to divorce
