“I can’t wrap my head around the fact that you gave it up so easily,” Alexander went on, stepping closer and closer, his voice dropping the more he spoke. “Around the fact that you have no loyalty.”

“Loyalty?” I asked in a whisper, my eyes narrowed. “Loyalty to the man that cheated? The man I divorced?"

He shook his head as he stopped walking, now standing a few feet away with the bookshelf separating us. “No, loyalty to the thought of him. To the love you once felt for him. To the three years you spent in a loveless marriage. To the fucking fact that you’ve loved no one but...