At this words, his jaw tightens, and one muscle jumps beneath his cheek. His fingers close around my upper arm hard enough to really hurt, but I don’t even flinch.
"You think Tanner won?” he sneers, spitting the words. “You think he won you?”
"I wasn't a prize,” I say tartly. “I was never up for grabs.”
"He took my wife."
“Are you kidding me?” I meet his eyes without blinking. "I walked away, after you knocked up your side piece and then left me in a burning car.”
"I don't accept that."
"You don't have a choice."
"I've always had a choice."
"That's exactly the mistake you've always made,” I say. “You think you have choices, but you only ever had control. And now…" I lift the shopping bags slightly. "You don't even have that."
The words hit him harder than any slap could have. His
