The Wrong Bride (The Windsors, #1)

by Catharina Maura

“I gave you my virginity that night, Ares. You told me that there’d be no going back from that point, and I believed you. You asked me to marry you, and the very next day, you announced that you were dating my sister.” He drops his forehead to mine and inhales deeply. “Raven,” he pleads. “The next morning, I…I woke up with Hannah in my bed. I didn’t…I didn’t know.” I push against his chest, my stomach clenching. “W-what?” He refuses to let me go and nods, his eyes reflecting the torment I feel. “I remember waking up with a smile on my face, wanting more of you. I turned over, and Hannah was in my bed, naked. She smiled at me and told me that she’d enjoyed every second of the previous night. She convinced me that the woman I slept with that night was her. It…it was really you?” I sniff as tears escape my eyes. “Yes.” My voice breaks. “I snuck out of your room at dawn and went back to Sierra’s room to freshen up, and by the time I came down for breakfast, you were sitting there with your arm around her, telling everyone you were dating. It broke me.”

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