The game was still playing out, yet Damian could no longer tell who was deceiving whom.
All he knew was that he no longer wanted to lie. He ached to rip off the blindfold in front of Marisa and finally gaze into those eyes that had always brought him such unexpected peace.
Flora noticed none of it. She simply fell back on her old tactic, letting fresh tears well up to soften him.
"You're yelling at me? Over that country bumpkin?"
"We are not married yet," Damian answered coldly. "My mother is not your mother. Stop calling her that."
Ignoring the collective gasps around the room, he snatched up his coat and walked out.
This time, Flora's panic was real. Her tears fell hot and genuine.
But Damian never looked back.
His heart and mind were now filled entirely with Marisa and the baby
