I blink back tears, refusing to let him see how much he’s shattered me. “You should have done us both a favor and never given in.”

He scrubs a hand over his face. “Don’t you think I know that?” he asks in a low, ugly snarl. “Don’t you think I fought my feelings every single goddamn day? Every fucking moment was a battle. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. You have to believe that.”

Unable to listen anymore, I stand. “I don’t know what to ...