Gideon had thought she would break into tears and say sorry to him when they met again. He had even planned to take her back, tell her how much he had suffered without her in the past six years. Life without her felt empty, meaningless. But when he faced her indifference, all those emotions froze inside him.
It seemed she had already erased him from her heart. She no longer needed him in her life. The idea that she had moved on aroused an unrestrained fury in his heart.
"You said Danica framed you," he started, turning to her slowly, "that she killed her own child out of jealousy? Give me one good reason why she'd be jealous of you? She has everything – money, status, her own business. There was no reason for her to conspire against you. So don't keep lying."
Summer sneered bitterly. Nothing had changed. She was still the liar, the cheater, and the heartless woman in his eyes. And Danica – she was the saint, a flawless person who could never lie or deceive.
