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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONEAiden stared at Damon for several seconds, wondering whether the man had completely lost his mind.He had expected Damon to drink, complain about the wedding, perhaps even admit that he was not entirely certain about marrying Genevieve. He had not expected to spend the night dragging his supposedly rational best friend out of a nightclub because he had suddenly decided that he needed to find his ex-wife in the middle of the night and ask her whether she had cheated on him eight years ago.And the worst part was that Damon was serious.He was already heading for the door.“Damon, you have had enough to drink for one night,” Aiden said, following him quickly. “Whatever you think you need to accomplish tonight can wait until morning, especially since you are barely standing straight enough to accomplish anything.”Damon turned around, his expression hard despite the slight sway in his movements.“I have waited eight years.”“That does not mean you need t

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE Kevin was behaving exactly as he always did.He talked. He joked. He complained about how hungry he was after another exhausting shift, made a ridiculous comment about one of the residents nearly falling asleep during a meeting. He even laughed at himself when he realized he had left his coffee somewhere in the hospital and could not remember where. Under any other circumstances, Katelyn would have laughed with him.Tonight, she barely heard half of what he said. Her mind was still outside the hospital. Still with Damon. Still trapped in that conversation she had spent eight years believing would never happen.She kept glancing at Kevin whenever the streetlights illuminated the side of his face, expecting him to ask something.Who was that man? Why did he come looking for you? What did he want? What did the two of you have to talk about? But Kevin asked nothing. Not one question.Instead, he drove with one hand resting comfortably on the steering

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVEDamon woke to the taste of whiskey still coating his mouth and the unfamiliar weight of someone else's bedsheets over him.For several seconds, he remained perfectly still.There was sunlight somewhere beyond the curtains, muted by thick fabric, and the faint hum of an air conditioner filled the room. The mattress beneath him was too soft, the pillows too unfamiliar, and the ceiling above him certainly did not belong to his bedroom. He frowned.Then he remembered that he had no idea how he had gotten there.Damon slowly pushed himself upright, and the movement immediately made him regret every decision that had brought him to this particular morning. His stomach felt unsettled, his mouth was painfully dry, and there was a strange heaviness behind his eyes that made the morning light feel unnecessarily offensive.He looked around the room. A hotel. The realization came slowly.“What the hell…”His voice sounded rough enough to belong to someone else

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVENDamon held her gaze. “From whom?”Sarah's fingers remained curled around the handle of her teacup.“It was eight years ago. I don't remember. I remember the photographs. I remember what they showed. I remember bringing them to you because I believed you had the right to know that your wife was betraying you. Who placed them in my hands is hardly relevant now.”“It is relevant to me.”Damon's voice was controlled, but the restraint in it made the room feel smaller. “You expect me to believe that you remember every detail of what you supposedly discovered, yet conveniently don't remember who gave you the evidence that ended my marriage?”Sarah regarded him calmly. “You are looking for something to justify what you have already decided to believe.”“No. I'm looking for the truth.”“The truth is that I saw photographs of Katelyn with Andrew, and I showed them to you. You saw them yourself. You made your decision.”Damon's expression hardened. “That is t

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE He remained there for a moment, his back to her, before slowly turning around. Genevieve's heart was beating so hard that she was almost certain he could hear it.She had been waiting for this moment since Sarah's call.The moment Damon walked through that door, she had known there was a possibility he would ask questions. She had spent the past hour preparing herself for them, rehearsing explanations in her head and reminding herself that Sarah had not given him her name.He couldn't know. He had no reason to know.And as long as she kept her composure, there was no reason for him to suspect her.“Where have you been?” she asked, forcing her voice to remain casual. “I've been trying to reach you since last night.”Damon looked at her briefly before walking past. “I'm tired.”Genevieve followed him with her eyes. “Damon, I called you so many times. I thought something had happened.”“Nothing happened.”His answer was short, almost dismissive, as he