He listened without interrupting.
“And I hate that I feel that way,” I continued. “Because if we do this, I don’t want our relationship to become a way of proving something to her.”
Caleb nodded slowly.
“I’ve felt the same thing.”
He took both my hands.
“Then let’s make a promise. We won’t build our future around her anger. We’ll choose each other because we love each other. And if we ever have to face her again, we’ll face her honestly.”
I squeezed his hands.
“I promise.”
Neither of us knew how difficult that promise would become.
Because the truth was that Delaney’s lies had not simply brought us closer.
They had left us angry.
We had been humiliated, threatened, and forced to defend ourselves against accusations that should never have existed.
Somewhere beneath our love, a dangerous desire had begun to grow.
We wanted Delaney to understand what she had done.
