“Why would I divorce you, Brandon?” I pulled back slightly, looking him dead in the eye. “Did you cheat on me?”
He froze. Just for a microsecond. A flicker of something dark passed behind his eyes before the mask slammed back into place.
“Of course not!” He looked offended, hurt even. He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. “I would never do that to you. You’re my life, Maureen. I worship the ground you walk on. How could you even ask that?”
“Good,” I said softly, my voice laced with a hidden warning. “Because I would never forgive you if you cheated on me. That’s the one thing I can’t survive.”
“You’ll never have to worry about that,” he promised, kissing my forehead. The lie tasted bitter on my skin. “I’d never hurt you.”
He pulled back, smiling that dazzling, boyish smile that used to make my knees weak.
“How about we forget this gloom? It’s our anniversary tomorrow. Let’s go out tonight. There’s a charity auction at the gallery. I’ll get you something beautiful. Anything you want.”
I nodded, forcing a smile. “Okay. Let’s go.”