Killian’s Pov

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I couldn’t breathe. My chest was tightening, my hands shaking. I was going to kill him. I was going to kill Nolan. He touched her. He touched my wife. He held her when she cried, kissed her, slept with her, and I—God—I let it happen.

How did everything get this twisted?

I was the one who broke her, but I was supposed to fix it. Not him. Not Nolan.

When I asked her if they slept together, she didn’t say yes. But she didn’t say no either. She just walked away.

And that was all the fucking answer I needed.

I didn’t even realize when...