DANTE’S POV
Rex didn’t interrupt me while I tore the room apart.
Not physically though I came close to shattering the desk when my fist slammed into it but verbally, I was ruthless. Every thought I had suppressed since dawn spilled out in jagged fragments, sharp and ugly and impossible to take back.
“She stood there and lied to my face,” I snarled, pacing the length of my office. “Didn’t even hesitate. As if she’s practiced it...probably with him”
I dragged a hand through my hair, breath coming too fast. “She thinks I don’t notice. That I don’t feel it.”
Rex leaned against the wall near the window, arms crossed, expression carefully neutral. He had learned long ago that challenging me too early only fed the fire.
“I woke up and she wasn’t there,” I continued, voice dropping, dangerou
