“Luna, don’t start this,” he muttered, turning away from me. “I’ve had a long day.”
“A long day?” My voice rose, the pain turning into full-blown rage. “You weren’t the one holding our dying son in your arms! You weren’t the one screaming for help while your mate ran off with someone else!”
His jaw clenched, but he still didn’t turn around. He just stood there, like this conversation wasn’t worth his time.
“Damon, look at me!” I yelled, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare turn your back on me after everything!”
He finally turned to face me, his expression cold, unreadable. “What do you want me to say, Luna?”
“I want the truth.” My voice trembled, but I held my ground. “I want to know if you’ve been with her. If you’ve been cheating on me with my own sister.”
The silence stretched between us, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he sighed, his shoulders slumping just a little. “Yes.”
It was a simple word, but it hit me like a freight train. My knees buckled, and I had to grab onto the doorframe to keep from falling. “You and Leah?” My voice was barely a whisper.
He didn’t say anything. His silence was enough.