Chapter Ten
VEIL STOOD IN HIS STUDY, staring at the shattered glass on the floor, the whiskey tumbler he’d thrown the moment she left, and tried to convince himself he’d done the right thing.
The crystal had exploded against the far wall. Whiskey was soaking into the antique rug. Expensive damage.
He didn’t care.
Her face.
He couldn’t stop seeing her face.
The way she’d paled when he said that thing about her virginity, the way her eyes had gone dead, like he’d killed something vital inside her. And the kiss. The way she’d kissed him like she was handing him everything she had, trembling and clumsy and brave, and he’d let her, let her pour her heart into it, and then—
But that kiss...isoverrated.
He’d said that. He’d actually said that to her face.
Good.
She was engaged. Still engaged. Playing him for a fool while her fiancé was on his way to claim her.
Except his chest ached.
His hands shook.
This didn’t feel like victory.
This felt like he’d just destroyed something precious.
No. She lied to him. Lied by omission. Let him fall in love with her while technically still belonging to—
The door slammed open.
No knock. Just his mother barging in, her face furious, her hands already flying through signs so fast Veil could barely follow.
‘You wouldn’t believe it, Veil, but that horrible man actually has the nerve to come here!’
“What man?” His voice came out rough. Tired.
‘Joseph Prince! The one who broke her heart!’
