"You have no clue what this feels like, Fiona. No idea what it's like watching your mate get screwed by another man while you're powerless to stop it.
You can't imagine how it cuts when your mate sneaks around, meeting up with him behind your back. That's foreign to you, because I've never pulled that shit on you."
Fiona's sobs grew more violent at his words.
She clung to Reginald desperately, nausea rolling through her from the emotional chaos tearing her apart.
She couldn't contain it anymore. This was crushing her. Everything was destroying her.
"What's your answer to that? Got any idea how that feels? Here's the truth—no, you don't.
I never treated you like garbage, but I sure as hell know what it's like, because that's exactly the hell you put me through."
Fiona wrapped her arms around Reginald, crying so hard her lungs burned, grateful he wasn't shoving her away—maybe she could still fix this disaster.
