The hope in his eyes burns up to cinders in an instant. “That’s not how it happened. I realized I was wrong before I got the—”
“You know what?” I interrupt softly. “It doesn’t really matter. I know what you really think of me now, Misha. That’s not something I can forget even if I do manage to forgive it one day.”
“I wasn’t in the right state of mind that day, Paige—”
I free my hand from his, step away from him, and back up towards the windows. “You weren’t in the right state of mind? I’d just had a near-fatal allergic reaction. I almost lost my unborn children—two of them, which I also learned about for the first time that day. I needed support, not accusations.”
“You have every right to be pissed—”
“No, I’m beyond pissed,” I snap. Voicing all of this is making the pain more tangible
