“You can trust me.”
That was a gut punch. She lost her fury and just blinked at him. “What? No… No, you told me not to trust you. You made me walk away.”
“You chose to walk away,” he said. “You chose this.”
Was he blaming her for killing their relationship? All she’d asked him to do was not put the supposed Point USB into the port and he’d done it.
“This was you,” she said. “You chose the Point over me.”
“You’re stuck in the past again, think about the future. I want to know if you’re f*****g him.”
Always back to the same point. It was so typical of a man to be more concerned about the physical than the emotional scars they’d caused. “Why should I tell you? Why is it your business if—”
“We said no one else.”
On their first night together, when she’d thought they had a future. “We s
