I looked down and confessed, “I like him.”

I knew it’d sound ridiculous, and Jorel would think I had serious issues for liking a man who married me to destroy me. But I felt I needed to be honest, making it clear I wouldn’t get involved with him. Especially not with someone close to Gabe.

Jorel pulled his hand from my cheek and said, “No normal person would like Gabe Clifford.”

“I never said I was normal.” I laughed.

“How can you? He’s a horrible person! Don’t ...