Vincent
There was a moment of silence, broken only by the quiet, hitching breaths Nadia let out as she cried behind him.
But when she spoke, there was no trace of sorrow in her voice. Only anger. Anger at him.
“You swore you’d tell me the truth about everything you could, Vincent. You promised me.”
Her words tore the breath from his lungs.
He’d known all along that it was a betrayal of her trust to pretend they weren’t second chances, to lie about her recovery from rejection having been due to her genetics. But he’d hoped, foolishly, that he could hide it a little longer. That the little idyll they’d been sharing could somehow keep going, uninterrupted by the real world or the secrets Vincent knew.
Instead, Vincent was hurting Nadia – was failing her, here and now – because he
