“I left her for him.” Was it his imagination, or was Nick stabbing the vegetables and chicken a little more violently? “For Justin. She became intolerant. No, that’s not accurate. She always was, but I didn’t let myself see it.” He sighed. “It came to a head, and I had to make a choice. Her or him.” Colton’s jaw dropped. His fingers curled on the countertop, nails digging into the pads of his palm. He chose his son. Justin is so fucking lucky.
