“You were going to marry her.” It wasn’t a question. I could see it all so clearly now. Charade or no charade, he had planned to take it to the end. He had bought her a ring. This whole thing was too much. The room was spinning. I needed to sit down. I needed to get away from him. I needed to hit him…hard. My heart was slamming against my chest. It was causing me physical pain. Every image that I’d had for our future was suddenly shattered, the pieces scattered at my feet.
