“When were you going to tell me about you and Klara?” Tessa spun to face Roman the second the door shut behind him.

Roman exhaled, dragging a hand down his face.

“Can you calm down please?” He scoffed.

“Don’t.” She stepped forward, eyes blazing. “Don’t tell me to calm down. When, Roman?”

He met her stare, unflinching.

“I never planned on telling you.”

Tessa laughed, sharp and bitter. “You don’t get a point for brutal honesty.” She said coldly.

Roman’s jaw flexed.

“Okay, fine. Yes. Klara and I were together for years. I was twenty-four, stupid and I loved her.”

Tessa said nothing, she bit her lower lip, urging him...