“YOU f****d HIM.” Cash jabs an accusatory finger at me, his face twisted with anger. “And then you married me.”
“I’m sorry. It didn’t mean…” I start to say but Cash interrupts me.
“Don’t you dare tell me it didn’t mean anything, because you f*****g know it did.”
“Cash, please,” I beg, “I don’t want him. I want you. I married you.”
“Did you think a piece of paper would stop him?” Cash asks, standing there, looking as broken as I feel.
“After everything he’s done to you,” Cash says exasperatedly, “It’s like you love the pain.” It was as if he could see through me, right into the darkest parts of my heart. I feel exposed and shameful.
“It’s not that simple,” I reply and shake my head, moving towards him.
“Amber was right.” He looks as if someone stole something from him, ripped it righ
