AUTHOR’S POVThe tears kept coming. She hated them. She hated how small she felt sitting here in Damon’s private bathroom, crying over a man who had not even bothered to follow her.Damon crouched in front of her. The tile was cold under his knee. He reached out and wiped the tears from her cheek with his thumb, slow and careful, as if the skin might bruise under too much pressure.She’s breaking and he’s downstairs somewhere worrying about percentages. He doesn’t even know what he has. He never did. Damon thought.“Stand up,” he said quietly. “We have work to do.”Elena lifted her head. Disbelief and hurt warred in her eyes.“You’re wicked,” she whispered. Her voice cracked on the word. “I’m hurting. My husband. Your brother! is cheating right under my nose. So comfortably. And this is what you care about? Work?” She shook her head, fresh tears spilling. “Go away.”He saw me. He saw me standing there and he still didn’t stop. He didn’t come after me. He didn’t explain. He just let me
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