ROWANNE’S POV.
I stared at him with my throat tightening. I couldn’t tell him the truth, that one touch from him would unravel me completely, sending me spiralling into a place I couldn’t claw my way out of. Not while I was still clinging to the memory of Jett. So instead, the wrong words tumbled out bitterly.
“Maybe because your family thinks I’m a murderer,” I spat.
The shift in his expression was immediate. His jaw tightened, his lips parted slightly as if to respond, but no words came out. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach as I realised he wasn’t denying it.
That silence spoke louder than anything he could have said.
“So it’s true?” My voice cracked with anger rising hot and fast in my chest as tears stung my eyes. “Your family thinks I killed Jett? My own husband!
