Gracie’s POV
“You’re a f*****g evil!” I snapped, my voice trembling with rage.
Tavin flinched but held my gaze. “Evil?!” he echoed, his face etched with something between guilt and disbelief. “I’m not evil, Gracie.”
I laughed bitterly. “You’re not? Then what would you call someone who kidn*pped my husband on our wedding day?”
Husband!
The way I pronounced that word, sent a shiver through my spine not to talk of others who were with me. I already projected what was going through my mother and brother's mind.
“Is she serious?”
“Is she falling in love?”
Tavin sat, calm but with stormy eyes. “I did it because of you. You ingrate.”
My fists clenched at my sides. “Because of me?” I hissed. “You’ve always been delusional, but this… this is beyond me, Tavin. You didn’t just ruin my life.
