By the time Thiago appeared, he had changed into a clean set of clothes. At first glance, he still looked handsome.
But that didn't matter anymore. All I could see was betrayal clinging to him like filth, invisible to everyone else and unbearable to me.
The moment he stepped through the door and saw Ivan crouching down in front of me, his expression changed. Rage rose in his face so quickly that it almost looked painful.
"Liliana, seriously? My uncle? Was there really no line you wouldn't cross?"
Maybe I had been hurt by him too deeply.
Maybe I could have explained that Ivan was only treating my wrist. But the insult caught in my chest, and I couldn't swallow it down. I let out a cold laugh and deliberately reached for Ivan's hand.
"You can sleep with your dead brother's wife, Thiago
