“I can’t even imagine how you would’ve treated me if you didn’t love me,” I snap. “And what good does your kneeling do now? Every chance you get, you insult me or accuse me of something. So no, Nathan—it means nothing. It’s better if you just forget about us.

“I warned you back when you accused me of handing the perfume over to Oliver—if you ever doubted me again, it would be the last time I forgave you. And you swore it wouldn’t happen again, but like always, you didn’t ...