He smiled, tender and soft. “Is that all you wanted to say? I thought something was wrong.” His relief was evident as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, then down to the tip of my nose. His lips hovered over mine, about to close the distance—
I stepped back.
The memory of him kissing my brother’s wife made bile rise in my throat.
“I’m just hungry,” I lied, forcing a bite into my mouth, even as my hands continued to tremble. The years in prison had broken me in ways I didn’t want to acknowledge. But the hope that the truth would come out, the thought of Marcus—those had been the only things keeping me alive.
Now, I wished I had died in there instead of learning this truth—that Marcus had never truly loved me.
“Gracie is here. We don’t want her to find out about us,” Marcus had whispered earlier, his hand caressing Anastasia’s face as she nuzzled into him like they were lovers.
I had never seen her like that with my brother. Never that affectionate.