The affair that destroyed my marriage was never love; it was only appetite, and appetite has no loyalty, and the moment the federal agents appeared, the two people who had betrayed me together turned on each other with the speed of rats leaving a ship, each one thinking only of self-preservation, each one, in the end, alone.

Chloe cooperated against him within weeks.

Marcus would have done the same to her, given the chance.

They had built their union on the ruins of mine, and it turned out to be built on nothing at all, and it collapsed at the first real weight, and I did not have to lift a finger to make that happen.

I only had to have survived long enough to watch.

Chapter 13 — That Sentence Rarely Ages Well