The words were like razor-sharp blades shredding his soul. To think Jetta, his Jetta, the woman he loved and whom he’d thought loved him felt that way . . . It was Adaira all over again. Only worse this time. Because he hadn’t loved Adaira. He’d thought he had, but the pain he’d experienced when she rejected him was nothing compared to the agony ripping him apart now. Aulay just didn’t understand it.
