Bryce's POV
I let go of Hazel’s gown, stepped back, and stumbled through an excuse. "I... I was worried about you. The second I heard you were in the hospital, I rushed straight from home. And I thought your dinner with Zoey was just a normal meal. I didn't think much of it."
"A normal meal?" She barked out a low, hollow laugh. "Bryce, we've been married for years. Do you really believe my relationship with Zoey is good enough for us to sit and eat calmly together?"
I had no answer for that.
I knew better than anyone the life she'd lived with the Westbrooks, and how Zoey went after her at every turn. But tonight, I'd been so caught up arguing with her that I'd ignored how hard it must have been for her to face Zoey alone.
When I looked into her disappointed eyes, I finally forced the
