“Bullshit,” I reply calmly. “You wanted my world to revolve around you. You weren’t interested inbeing my partner. You wanted to be queen. And if you didn’t get what you wanted, you threwtantrums. A spoiled rotten little girl—that’s what you are. That’s all you ever wanted to be.”
“So you’re saying you loved me?” she asks challengingly. “You’re saying it was all in my head?”
She asks the question carelessly. Like she’s done investing any of her heart into the crumbling ruins ofour f****d-up marriage.
But I can see the hope behind her carefully manicured expression.
I can see how much she needs to hear my answer.
“I tried to make you a priority, Sonya,” I say quietly. “But I had a duty to the Family that you neverunderstood. I would have given you everything. I would h
