"You gave me a child. I was happy. What's wrong with sharing the video so the guys could celebrate too? If you don't like it, just don't look."
I went rigid, unable to believe those words had come from his mouth.
But then again—maybe I'd never really known him at all.
Everything before this. All of it. A mask.
The realization that I'd spent five years with a man who'd casually expose my most private moments to strangers sent ice crawling down my spine.
I looked at his face again—and couldn't hold it in. I lurched over the edge of the bed and dry-heaved.
"Was there... was there anything else?" I gasped. "Did you ever record anything else and send it out?"
The nausea in my chest refused to subside.
Brendan raised an eyebrow, his gaze darkening as he considered the question for a long moment.
"No."
Relief began to loosen the knot in my stomach—
Then he continued.
"But I wanted to."
"We'd just gotten married back then. You hadn't even had the baby yet. How could I risk it?"
He looked at me as though he were discussing the weather.
"If you'd found out, I would've lost the wife I worked so hard to marry."