I walk out the door and down the hall, walking in our home and slamming the door behind me. How dare he. How can he not realize that the problem isn’t that he was with other women, but that he tried to replace me!
I storm through the house and land in the closet and look at the enormity of it, full of clothes fit for a Queen. I didn’t want this. I didn’t ask for any of this. I just wanted a mate that wouldn't reject me. I pick up a long, silk evening gown. It’s beautiful, truly. It’s just not me, though. None of this is.
I hear the bedroom door crack and close again, Seth slowly walking across the room. I feel trapped, not wanting to talk to him yet, but unable to walk away from him now that I’m in the closet with no way out.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly from the doorway. “
