“If Mom and Died hadn’t died so early, and if adoption couldn’t be undone, you would’ve married me. That woman would’ve never stood a chance,” Sherree purred.
“She’s just a shield,” Payton’s voice rasped. “If we acted too close as siblings, people would start talking.”
“She’s been wanting a divorce anyway. You were terrified back then and begged her to come back. But now it’s fine—she can never have children again. I don’t have to worry about her clinging to me anymore.”
As she spoke, her breathing grew shamelessly lustful.
Delane’s POV
‘Payton, you asshole!’
I clenched my teeth so hard they ached, my fingernails digging into the wooden cabinet wall until it splintered beneath my grip. Tears spilled uncontrollably down my cheeks, hot and relentless.
So it turned out—from beginning to end—I was nothing more than a cover-up, just a pathetic excuse to hide their incest!
So it turned out—all that sweetness, every apology, every so-called attempt to make it right—it was nothing but a performance for them, just so they could screw around behind my back without a shred of shame!
For Pete’s sake, they were being intimate on my hospital bed right next to my comatose daughter!