“Tell me, Arianna…” Damian’s voice was calm, too calm. “What do you think this photo means? And you still say you want an open marriage?”

The photo slapped against the table with a soft thud. My pulse skipped. I didn’t even need to see it; I already knew what I thought it was, the one of me and Caden, kissing.

Oh God.

“I can explain,” I muttered, voice small.

“Explain what?” he asked, stepping closer, expression unreadable.

“I… I mean…” I caught myself. Why was I even explaining? He wasn’t my priest. Has he been faithful? My brain screamed. What about you and Vivian, you gas-lighting jerk?

The words slipped...