“Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that pathetic woman.”

I felt the anger build in my chest before I even said a word. My pulse thundered in my ears as I glared at her. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

Celeste scoffed, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “Oh, please. Don’t act like she’s some saint. You told me yourself she was weak. Naive. That she never understood you like I did. Remember that, Ezekiel? Or are you rewriting history because you suddenly grew a ...