Chapter 38

• Her gaze, full of nervousness and sheer terror, was fixed on mine. I wanted, I swear, I wanted to grab her by the neck and take her life. But unfortunately, Roxanne was already a part of mine. To end her would be like destroying a piece of myself, and my heart twisted at the thought of her betrayal.
• I had always known that she was hiding something from me. I have this damned gift for detecting lies, and she did it with unbearable cynicism. The worst part was that it only took hearing a simple "I love you" from her lips to realize it: she hadn’t gotten over that idiot of an ex-husband. No, not even after all the misery that wretch had put her through. But it wasn’t his fault anymore; it was hers—she was still tied to that fool. That infuriated me. Of course, I was jealous!
• "Salvatore, please let me explain, things are not as you imagine," she said, stepping back as if seeking refuge. Her gaze was fearful, cowardly.