I sat on the edge of the bed in my hotel suite, staring blankly at the wall. My mind was racing, my heart felt heavy.
Wesley had blown up everything in front of Sarah. The truth, it wasn't even a secret at that time. But now it was and it had come out in the worst possible way.
He only married you because of his inheritance.
God, I hated Wesley for that. I hated him for saying it out loud, for ruining whatever tiny chance I had left with her.
He had no right to do that. But what stung even more was seeing the look on Sarah’s face. The hurt, the betrayal—it was like I’d shattered her all over again.
My fists clenched on the bedspread as I replayed the scene in my head, over and over.
Every time, it felt like a punch to the gut. How could I have let it get this far? Why didn't I realiz
