"Dominic, I wouldn't touch your family's pile of garbage with a ten-foot pole. Save it for your little mistress."
Dominic's expression shifted. He was silent for three seconds before mustering a helpless smile.
"Alright, I know you're still upset about Fiona. I promise I won't get involved with her anymore, okay?"
"I've already helped her enough. She could never be more important than my wife. I'm not going to let some outsider drive you away."
He reached for my waist and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
I stared at him, stunned. I'd never known he could grovel like this for a woman.
Two lifetimes of suffering. Two lifetimes of giving him everything I had. And what did it amount to?
A sacrifice on the altar of their love? Something I deserved?
The fury tore through me before I could stop it. My hand flew up and cracked across his face with every ounce of rage I had.
"Dominic, are you really going to keep up this act?"
He froze where he stood. Disbelief warred with barely contained fury across his face.
He hadn't expected this. He'd lowered himself, conceded, played the repentant husband, and I still hadn't melted into forgiveness, still hadn't kissed him with grateful relief.