“You do realise I was as drunk as you, I can just handle it a little better. I didn’t take advantage of anyone, and I sure as hell didn’t betray your trust. It’s fucking marriage, Cam, without a prenup. I have way more to lose than you in this. Think about that while accusing me of shit.” He rages, yelling this time. That face snarling, frowning, and looking incredibly hostile with a tense jaw and lowered brows.

“Sure. Like I believe that!” I toss back angrily. Wiping my face and refusing to accept anything he says.

“You were the one with your hands down my pants, your tongue in my...