Page 70 of Burning Your Lies

I yank my clothes on with more force than necessary. “That’s all this marriage is to you, right? Sex. It’s all you need me here for. I mean nothing else to you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. This marriage was nothing more than a card in this fucked game you have going on.”

She closes the distance and runs her thumb over my lips. She looks at me like there is nothing else in the world. The sadness in her eyes weighs heavily on my heart, causing my anger to waver in the face of her pain. “Hux, you know how much I love you.”

I step back from her. “No. You love my cock and this thing you have with Xavier. There is no room for anything else in your life. That’s fine, Savannah. I’ll stay married to you because that was the promise I made. As soon as Xavier is in prison, I’ll free you from this torment.”

“Torment?”

“Is that not what it is?” Unable to tolerate her answer, I try to leave the room, but she skims past me and blocks the doorway.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Where were you?”

“I went to the jewellers.”

“And then?”

“I was with Mia and Scottie going over her written statement to the police.”

“And then?”

“I was with Brynn.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I know I missed dinner but—”

“What were you doing with Brynn insidethathouse for over an hour?”

Instead of answering my question, she asks one of her own. “How do you know how long I was there?”

Lowering my face to hers, I lock eyes with her. “Try that lie again, Savannah. I dare you.”

But Savannah is angry too. “You tracked my phone?”

I don’t care that she knows about that. I’m glad I did because I never would have known she was fucking him. “You expect meto believe you and Brynn werechattinginside his house and he allowed it?”

“She offered to let me see Elise. We were in my car.”

I can feel my anger trembling inside me. My eyes narrow and my joints tighten the longer I look at her. My voice comes as cold as I feel. “We both know what you were doing in that house. Or better yet,whoyou were doing.”

Betrayal shines in her eyes, yet her voice comes out as strong as mine. “I’m giving you one chance to take that back. I did not cheat on you.”

“Why not? It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Her tears make my chest tighten, and I hate myself for throwing that in her face. But one reminder of that recording has the guilt fading as quick as it came.

“That was different. We weren’t…”

“And what about the night of the charity gala?” My throat tightens as my brain conjures up a visual aid to the recording. “When he was touching you, and kissing your neck, what was that? I listened to the recording, Savannah. You let him touch you. You played right into his fantasy.”

“That was part of the game! You knew what the plan was.”

“The plan was for you to pretend to be drunk! Not pretend to be his fucking mistress!” I step away from her. “Or maybe you weren’t pretending at all.”

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