Just hours ago, this man had been willing to harm his wife, who'd stood at the altar with him, for her sake, and now he was telling her she had it coming?
Damien gently pushed her away and straightened his tie, a faint mockery at the corner of his mouth. "Do you really take me for a fool? When you do something wrong, you take the punishment. Don't bring this up again."
He walked out with long strides, leaving Chloe standing there, lost.
She hadn't even processed how quickly he'd turned on her before instinct sent her chasing after him. She wrapped her arms around his lean waist from behind and started to cry. "Damien, I was wrong. I shouldn't have gotten jealous. I shouldn't have raised a hand to her."
"It's only because I love you. You're all I have. You know that. I gave myself to yo
