But hearing it out loud hurts a little more.
Kane uncrosses his arms. I lift one hand without looking at him.
He stops.
“You didn’t even want him,” she spits to finish her temper tantrum. “You just don’t like it when I win.”
For years, that would have worked. I would have pretended Connor didn’t matter. I would have laughed and agreed that our marriage was stale anyway. I might have handed her the victory pre-polished just so it didn’t hurt so bad when she snatched it away from me anyway.
But not today.
Not anymore.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Viv,” I say softly. “I did want him.”
She frowns in confusion.
“I thought I loved him,” I explain. “I wanted my husband to choose me. There’s nothing pathetic about that.”
I advance toward her, brandishing the photograph like a baton. “I wa
