If Lucian had failed, that night, I could’ve understood. It happened to every man. But he should’ve been crippled with gratitude after what Kat had done, saving his ass and his reputation – should’ve f*****g kissed the ground she walked on. And instead … he had ignored her, from day one. Hadn’t stopped being Diana’s lapdog for a goddamn day.
For two years, he’d cast her aside, making her feel unwelcome and unwanted in her own marital home, making her feel as if she was at fault for that parody of a mating bond.
A wave of pure, visceral sickness washed over me. I couldn't stand the mental image of my Kat—my brave, brilliant, breathtaking Kat—trapped in that cold, stagnant limbo, wondering if she was the cause of that loveless relationship. She hadn’t known any better - she had been youn
