“Are you hearing me, Misha? I forgive you. I want to move on. I want us to make things work between us for the sake of the family. And for the sake of our children.”
He lets me stew in the silence for so long that every second that passes without a word from him is physically painful.
“You’re really not going to say anything?” I ask at last.
“There’s nothing to say.” He works his jaw one way and then the other. “This arrangement is all I can offer you, Paige.”
Once again, hope shatters at my feet. I should let it lie there—and yet here I am once again, gathering the pieces, my hands sliced and bleeding from the jagged edges.
“So… am I right in assuming the explosion changed something for you?”
“I lost focus,” he says quietly. “Nothing can get in the way of my plan to get revenge on P
