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  2. Also by Willow Winters
  3. You Know I Love You
  4. Prologue
  5. Kat
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  35. Also by Willow Winters
  36. About Willow Winters

The door to my office opens behind me, the telltale creak forcing my eyes to shoot open. They narrow as I see his reflection on the black computer screen. I don’t even know if the damn thing is on anymore or how long I’ve been sitting here. All I’ve done is stare at a worn spot on my desk and think about how he fucked her, even knowing he was going to see me only hours later.

What would have happened if his mother hadn’t chosen that moment to tell him to come home and that she wasn’t well? Maybe that would have been the night he chose to break it off with me. After all, every day with him was like ticking off a checkbox. I knew it wasn’t going to last. I was waiting for it to end.

Marie screwed me over by telling him.

“Kat.” Evan calls my name from behind me. Hearing his voice causes a shudder to run down my spine. It’s a slow one that sends a chill over my body.

“I’m going to do everything I can to prove to you how much I love you.”

“Do I even know you?” Even as I whip around and sneer at him a sick voice in the back of my head answers me. Yes. Yes, you knew what you were doing. You knew the man you married.

“You’re the only one who does,” he answers, looking me in the eyes as his broad shoulders fill the doorframe to my office. “You know I love you.”

I scoff at him, choosing to ignore the truth and how much I blame myself.

Right now, it’s all on him. I didn’t cheat on him. I didn’t continue to live a lifestyle that was obviously going to tear us apart.

He did. And fuck him for that.

“I hate you right now.” The words slip out in a breath and he visibly flinches.

“You’re angry, and you have every right to be.”

“Angry doesn’t cut it!” I scream, my throat feeling raw as the salty tears burn my eyes. “I loved you. I would have done anything for you!” I grit out the words through my clenched teeth and try to grip the chair as I stand on shaky legs.

“I loved you so much. And this is how you treat our marriage. With lies and secrets and all this shit I don’t even know about.”

“I’m sorry I kept that from you, but that was it.” He says that was it as if it’s easily accepted. As if he’s never told a lie or done anything else that would ruin us.