Well, that last part wasn’t easy to fake: I did get my insides turned over, and a faint pain in my broken arm, whenever I glanced at that photo.
I’d done everything for that man, for our marriage, for two years of my life. And this was how he repayed me after everything. After almost risking my life for his carelessness. After all of his promises just two days before.
Yeah – he deserved all that was coming to him, and more.
“Kat?”
I didn’t even glance at him when he called me, voice full of pain and remorse.
I stared at my coffee even when he sat down beside me, when he touched my arm.
“Kat, I’m so sorry” he murmured. “It … I was drunk. I …”
“I thought you were working late”.
Lucian swallowed. “I was. I swear I was. I …”
“You have one chance to get the truth out, or I swear to the
