I never imagined he would go this far for her.
I called Warren. He picked up almost immediately. "Having regrets? Leonora, I told you—I gave you one night. But you did nothing."
My voice caught in my throat. I couldn't get a single word out.
How had it come to this between us? The man who once couldn't bear to see me cry, who'd sworn he never wanted to see my tears again—that same man was now destroying my reputation for another woman, trying to bury me alive.
"Warren, do you really hate me that much?"
