Rafael's POV
"And he slept with me before he dumped me. It was that night I stupidly lost all restraint and logic because I… I was just stupid." Her voice shook, her gaze fixed on the surface of her chamomile tea.
Our hands were still entwined, tighter than before, and I could feel the faint tremor in her grip. I wasn't sure whether it came from her, from me, or from both of us.
So that was how it was. It answered the question I had buried deep in my chest for the past four years, ever since Veronica Delano decided to tell me about my children.
"Do you… are you angry?" she asked cautiously, fear threaded through her voice.
I smiled faintly. "It would be a lie if I said that fact didn't bother me."
"Yeah… I know. You must feel like I played you. Like, I only used you as a rebound… I know… you must feel—"
