Penelope POV
"If you are apologizing for the past three years, then a mere sorry is far too light."
The words cut through the heavy air of the restaurant private room.
Foster shifted his weight near the door. Eliora drew in a sharp, rattling breath. Even Leif and Cooper stood completely frozen.
Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
Julian remained bent before me. His proud head, the untouchable crown of the heir to the Blue-Claw Pack, stayed lowered. He was bowing to his ex-wife. He was doing it in front of every single witness he brought with him.
I looked down at his dark hair.
Nothing.
I felt absolutely nothing. My pulse did not even skip a single beat. My chest stayed perfectly still, devoid of anger, devoid of satisfaction.
Love that comes late is cheaper than weeds on the side of t
