Dante’s POV
Why didn’t you tell me?” The words scraped out of me. “Why did I have to find out like THIS? On the damn news?”
“Because I was ashamed,” she cried. “Because I knew how it looked. Because I didn’t want you to think that I—”
“What are you?” I hissed. “Still wanted him? Still needed him? That everything we’ve been doing,everything we’ve risked was built on a lie?”
She shook her head hard. “No. No, Dante, it wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?”
I didn’t shout. I didn’t need to.
My voice alone made her flinch.
She stepped forward; I moved toward the door.
“Dante, please, listen—”
“I trusted you,” I said, each word pulled from the tightest part of my chest. “And I thought you trusted me.”
She flinched, barely, but enough for me to see it.
“Dante, I—”
“You just wa
