His face stayed blank, like he thought I was just throwing a tantrum.
He even chuckled, a lazy, placating sound.
"Honey, didn't we agree—we don't bring this up? It was an accident. I don't blame you anymore."
"Lily and I went too far and upset you. Can you let me go? I'll kick her out right now. She'll never appear in front of you again, okay?"
Seeing that even now he refused to tell the truth, I smiled bitterly. I had to admit—he was even more shameless than I'd imagined.
Thunder crashed outside, nearly splitting the sky in two. Wind howled like a ghost coming to collect its due.
"Do you want me to help you remember?"
"The day Ethan had his accident—where were you?"
His gaze flickered. He stayed silent.
The last sliver of light in my heart shattered.
I pulled out the developed photos and hurled them at his face. The sharp edge sliced his cheek, blood dripping onto the images—but it couldn't obscure the date, or the picture of him leading a woman out of this house while I followed an ambulance away. All those times he'd claimed to be on business trips.