Serena's breath caught in her throat as she stared wide-eyed at Owen, her hand instinctively reaching for the scarf he had yanked away, holding onto it tightly as if it were the only thing keeping her sane... "What are you talking about?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"How—why... How could we have planned all of this? You were my lover? Why didn't you tell me the last time we met? Where were you?"
Owen's anger and jealousy was almost doused in a moment as he watched her shocked expression and felt a feeling of guily overcome him. Hurriedly, he held her hand and gently took her to the bed, urging her to sit.
"Come here," he said, his voice now tender as he helped her settle. She sat numbly, staring at him as he knelt on the floor before her, resting his hands on her knees as if to steady her. He looked up into her eyes, pleading for her to understand.