Hera POV

Xander helped me zip up my dress and kissed my forehead. "Thank you... Marry," he whispered.

What he said made me instantly realize that earlier, all the touches he gave, were for Marry, not for me. That it was Marry he was praising and remembering, not me.

The moans Xander let out as he enjoyed my body were not for me but for my sister.

Xander never truly loves me because if he did, he would never have touched my sister.

And I was still in my place, staring at him blankly.

I felt ...