Chapter 18 — He’s Innocent

It was Daniel who ended it, and he did it quietly, which was the only way left that could still cut through.

He walked up to Rebecca, through the wreckage of the party, and he took off his wedding ring, slowly, and he set it down on the table beside her, where the champagne had shattered.

“I sold my motorcycle to pay off your credit cards,” he said, and his voice was flat and steady and carried to every corner of the silent room.

“I worked sixty-hour weeks at the hospital to pay for the VIP suite where your lover’s son was born.

And you knew, before he was even born, that he wasn’t mine.