SELENE God knew how hard I had tried to push it out of my mind. I had told myself to forget every word Irene had said. I had reminded myself over and over again that this was exactly what she wanted—to get under my skin, to plant doubt where there had been certainty. But no matter how many times I repeated those things to myself, the thoughts refused to leave. Every time I looked at Sebastian, the same question surfaced. What else could he be hiding? The second thought came right after it. Why didn't he tell me he met Irene? And then came the third one. The one that hurt more than the other two combined. Was Irene telling the truth? Had Sebastian really planned to divorce me? Had he been communicating with her before the accident? The questions spiraled endlessly through my mind. Had that been why he kept saying her name in his sleep? Was it because he had never truly gotten over her? Was that why he had hated me so much at the beginning of our marri
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