Chapter One Hundred and Three
Alicia's POV
I barely made it to my room before the tears started. Hot. Angry. Frustrated tears that I'd been holding back all day.
I locked the door and leaned against it. Sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. My chest heaving with suppressed sobs.
The Blackwood slut. That's what I felt like. That's what I was.
Sleeping with my brother-in-law while he had a perfect girlfriend. While my husband was passed out drunk clutching photos of his dead love. While I pretended to be something I wasn't.
Cecilia was everything I wasn't. Poised. Confident. Legitimate. She belonged in Malachi's world. Fit seamlessly into the Blackwood family like she'd been born into it.
She was kind. Friendly. Trying to include me. Wanting to be friends.
And I hated her for it. Hated her for being perfect. Hated her for having what I wanted. Hated her for making it so hard to justify my jealousy.
