“Irrational?” I hissed, stepping forward until we were almost nose to nose. The room felt charged, like a storm waiting to break. “You’re marrying her, Marcus! What about me? What about everything you said to me? All those promises—you think they mean nothing?”
He faltered for a second, like he was caught between admitting the truth and maintaining his lies. But the hesitation didn’t last—his features steeled again.
“I’m doing this for us,” he said in a low voice, as if trying to convince himself too. “If I don’t go through with the wedding, people will start asking questions. Maggie is just… for appearances. She’s a good cover. This—it’s still you and me.”
My heart pounded as I stared at him, disbelief washing over me.
“She’s a cover?” My voice trembled, not from fear but from fury.
He must’ve seen the fire in my eyes because his expression softened, and he moved to pull me close. His arms around me, his familiar scent—it should’ve comforted me. Instead, it only made my rage burn hotter.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into my hair. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I just don’t want to risk us being found out. Marrying her doesn’t change how I feel about you.”