She took a shaky breath, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I've sold weapons to warlords, to rebels, to men who use them to tear the world apart. I've made deals in back alleys and boardrooms, with blood on my hands and money in my pockets."
"I've lied, I've manipulated, I've done things that would make you sick if you knew the details." Her eyes glistened, but she blinked the tears away, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm not a good woman, Dexter. I'm not the kind of person you marry. I'm the kind of person you run from."
She turned away, her shoulders trembling as she wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to hold herself together. "I built this empire from nothing. I clawed my way to the top, and I did it by being ruthless. By being the thing that goes bump in the night." Her voice was raw now, the words spilling out like a confession she'd held inside for too long. "
