"A mistake?" I laughed bitterly. "Then tell me, Benedict—if I did the same thing, if I let another man touch me and called it an accident, would you forgive me?"
His eyes darkened. A dangerous glint replaced the guilt.
"If you did, I’d kill him."
A chill ran down my spine.
He knew. He knew betrayal was unforgivable, yet he still betrayed me.
I took a deep breath and steadied myself. "Do you remember what I told you when you first claimed me?"
Benedict’s expression faltered. "Felicia—"
"I told you if you ever betrayed me, I wouldn’t fight for you. I would walk away."
Panic flashed in his eyes. "I won’t let you go."
I wiped my tears away and met his gaze with nothing but loathing. "It doesn’t matter what you want. I’ve already made my decision. We’re done."
I turned and walked away, ignoring the sound of his sharp intake of breath.
Upstairs, I locked the door behind me and collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion sinking deep into my bones.
The scent of last night still clung to my skin. My stomach churned.
Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped into the shower and scrubbed until my skin burned, until I could no longer feel the remnants of that night clinging to me.