Some things just sort of clicked together. Why Trevor had always been such an asshole to me—prima ballerinas didn’t like dancing in anyone else’s limelight. Why he had fought so much to try to keep me from quitting—to save his own hide. Why he’d been so on edge since we got married and didn’t tell him—because it seemed like we were ganging up on him, which was a partial truth. But the news made me reel. It felt like the rug had been pulled out from under my feet. He’d liked me. Aiden had fucking liked me. He hadn’t been joking so many months ago.
