George's POV
I stared at her, and for a moment I genuinely hated myself. Hated that I still loved this woman after everything.
Don’t get me wrong, I know what I am. I know exactly how many times I betrayed her, how many times I messed up. I never pretended to be perfect. But I always cleaned up after my disasters.
I always came back home. I always returned to her.
Yet here I was...wounded, furious, and still hopelessly in love.
And what broke me the most wasn’t the idea of her with another man. It was the fact that the man was him.
Dominic.
My father...not by blood, but by the twisted situation that had shaped our lives. To the world he was my father. To reality, more like an older brother. But titles didn’t matter right now. Betrayal did.
I swallowed hard, forcing out the words.
