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understand. I need her to fucking understand why I didn’t tell her!
    “Don’t you dare touch me.” Her voice is hard when she steps away. A pang hits my chest when she rubs her hands across her arms where mine just were. Rubbing my touch away. “Don’t you fucking dare stand there in front of me and try and justify this. Shit, Aaron. You’re married! Fucking married! ”
    Her eyes open, and in them , I see pure contempt. Anger. Disbelief. A sliver of hatred that hurts more than the prospect of losing her.
    “Didn’t she sit still long enough for you to work your shit out, huh? So much for making sure you’d work it out. Fuck! All that was a lie, wasn’t it? How much more has been a lie? How many more lines have you said that actually mean fucking nothing?”
    “Our marriage was a sham, Dayton. Naomi cares for nothing but money and fame. She was an up-and-coming model struggling to break into the industry. I met her one night at college and could see her potential, so I gave her the in. I set her up with one of our agents, and she was…thankful.” I rub my forehead. Lamest fucking excuse in the world.
    “I bet she was.”
    “We started seeing each other casually, and every time I went to break it off, my father’s assistant convinced me it was good for us to be together because of our profiles. Our ‘relationship’ was no secret, and she was always being hit with the fact that she’d only made it because of me.”
    “She did!”
    “We both knew that. I was a buffer for that. I claimed we met after she signed with our agency and that was that.”
    “And you woke up one morning and decided to marry her, right? Because it was the ‘right’ thing to do?” She raises her eyebrows and storms past me.
    I sigh heavily. “It didn’t work out. After eight months, we separated. I’ve been fighting her for two years. She’s not entitled to half of everything I own, but she won’t take what I am offering. There’s a reason I don’t own the company on paper yet.”
    “I can’t even look at you right now. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about her. How couldn’t you tell me, Aaron? Did it not ever cross your mind while you were watching me sleep or pouring me coffee to tell me? How about when you were kissing me or fucking me? Or when you were writing little fucking notes and hiding them?!”
    I finally find her eyes again and hope my gaze can show her everything I feel. “I was so scared to lose you, Day. So scared that if I told you, you’d get up and walk and that would be that.”
    “So you thought you’d ignore it and she’d go away eventually? That I’d never find out? Even when you were begging me to move in with you—did you really think then that you’d never have to tell me?” She closes her eyes and pushes her fingers into them, and even I can tell she’s fighting tears.
    “I hoped I could call my lawyer and give her what she wants from our marriage. My money. Then yes, I hoped she’d go away. I had no idea she was in France right now. If I did, I never would have brought us here.”
    “What a nice surprise that was. No wonder you couldn’t tell me this morning.”
    I step forward, her sharp words slicing through every part of me. I deserve it. I deserve every fucking word she throws at me. “I’m so sorry, Dayton. If you had to find out, it never should have been like this. I’m so sorry.”
    “Believe me, Aaron. You’re not half as sorry as I am.” She turns and disappears into the bathroom.
    I stare at the doorway for a moment. I have no words for this situation, for this utter fuck-up I’ve caused. Once again, I berate myself for doing what I assumed would protect her.
    I follow her into the bathroom, and upon finding her in front of the mirror with her makeup bag, I pause. “What are you doing?”
    I can see it happen. The moment she meets my eyes in the mirror, I know I’m not looking at Dayton. I’m looking at Mia, the woman she was always supposed to be with