For a moment, he just stood there, staring at me. And then, with a cold smile, he said, “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises.”
My heart twisted painfully. “You’ve been seeing her for years, haven’t you?”
He didn’t even flinch. “What did you expect, Danica? You think I’m going to sit here and be loyal to you? You’re nothing to me. Nothing.” His eyes glinted with satisfaction, watching the shock and pain spread across my face. “And if you think this is a betrayal, wait until you see the next one.”
I felt my stomach drop. “What?”
His smile widened, cruel and calculating. “You want the truth? Fine. I’ve been with her since one week after we got married. You were too busy playing the doting wife to notice. But I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry.”
His words hit me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. He stood there, looking at me with this sick satisfaction, this twisted sense of power.
“Why are you telling me this?” I finally whispered, barely able to hold myself together. “What’s the point of all this?”