Rhett's hands tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.
Vivienne sat on the passenger side, crying and begging him to stop, but he barely heard her. Rage had swallowed every reasonable thought in his head, and beneath it lay something far more dangerous: guilt, pain and anger.
The kind that had been eating him alive since he learned the truth about Sage, the kind that made him wake up at night remembering the woman he had abandoned when she needed him most.
He had been an asshole. He knew that.
He had hurt Sage, judged her, and allowed his pride to convince him that she had willingly betrayed their family. But knowing he had been wrong didn't erase what he had done, and it certainly didn't undo the years she had spent suffering because he had refused to list
