A flicker of surprise crossed his face, then guilt, barely there before he buried it.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Alice came rushing in with a shriek and slapped me across the face.
"Is that what you want? To destroy me? I already gave you the man I love most in this world! I'm just an ordinary girl with nothing. What more do you want from me?"
She was hysterical. Her palms came down like a storm, slap after slap landing on my body, and there was nowhere to hide.
Victor frowned and reached for her arm.
"It wasn't—"
The next second, Alice slapped him too.
"Oh, so now you feel sorry for her? What about me? What about the three years you played me for a fool?"
Those three years. His rawest nerve. The one thing no one was allowed to mention.
His eyes softened with pain. He took her hand in his.
"It's all my fault. Leave it to me. I'll handle it."
He pulled her into his arms. On his way out, he cast one last glance in my direction.
"Good. Let this be a warning. If you ever pull something like this again, it'll be a hundred times worse."
No apology for the misunderstanding.
No remorse for the damage done.