Page 46 of Shattering

Gray sat on the cold bathroom floor, his forehead resting against his arm, one hand still gripping the porcelain rim of the toilet.

For a long moment, he didn't move.

Then he forced himself upright, dragging his shaking body to the sink.

He turned the tap on, cupped his hands, and splashed cold water over his face before rinsing his mouth out.

When he lifted his head, he caught sight of Cadi in the mirror.

His pupils were dilated, the black eating the grey until there was only a thin rim of silver left.

He looked like a man who had lost everything.

Cadi extended the towel toward him.

"I'll be in the sitting room."

And then she walked away.

Cadi sat in the sitting room, her hands clasped tightly together, anger and grief warring inside her.

She had held on to her rage for weeks.

Had clung to it like a lifeline, because if she let go of the anger—

She would drown in the pain.

When Gray finally emerged, he looked like he had gone a couple of rounds with a truck.

And the truck had won.

He stopped in the doorway, hesitating, but Cadi's voice cut through the silence.

"Now you will tell me."

Gray flinched at the barely suppressed fury in her voice.

"Tell me why you would betray our marriage."

She stood up.

"Tell me. Tell me."

Gray ran a hand over his face, looking like he wanted to sink into the floor.

Then, finally, he spoke.

"I always noticed how much Callum was around," Gray admitted, his voice hoarse. "Not jealousy, exactly. Just... uneasiness."

He let out a bitter laugh.

"But gradually, we became friends. Or so I thought."

Cadi stared at him, arms crossed, waiting.

Gray swallowed.

"Regan overheard a conversation between you and Callum at a barbecue."

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