Never in the history of a person saying “don’t freak out” right before dropping freak-out-worthy news has it ever actually stopped anyone from freaking out. Especially not when the bomb being dropped is your boyfriend announcing out of nowhere that he has a wife.
I’m freaking out.
I am so, so, freaking out.
Every nerve in my body is buzzing like it’s been plugged into an electric fence. My chest feels tight, my thoughts are all over the place, and my brain is trying to reboot like someone just yanked the power cord out and jammed it back in again. Because what the hell did he mean by, “She's my wife”?
Knox is leading me out of the building, hand clamped around mine like he’s afraid I’ll run otherwise.
Back in that private booth, I’d screamed at him for answers—naked and shaking—and Kn
