"The offer you accepted." He told me and his eyes visibly darkened, "the offer that you accepted of being his wife."
I couldn't utter a word. There was no way possible that he could know about the offer but he just said that he had lost the prince about it and he had babbled everything out.
I lowered my eyes to his chest.
I could have dealt with the betrayal in them but when those eyes held no emotion it just got too much to bear.
"Why look away Genevieve? Can you not even look at me now?" He sighed, "I understand that I am not as handsome as the prince and do not look hideous either."
I shoved the scoff down my throat. It was highly unlikely that Tristan was not aware of what he looked like in comparison to the prince. Frankly there was no comparison between them.
"Look at me,"