Allyson's POV
Reagan's gaze sharpened as he studied my face. "What exactly are you trying to tell me?"
My voice came out barely above a whisper. "I was furious about your betrayal. So I decided to make you pay for it... I got involved with someone else."
The color drained from Reagan's features, and pain flickered across his expression before he quickly buried it. "I see. So you found someone during our separation. To be honest, I had my suspicions... given how effortlessly you seemed to dismiss what we had."
His breath caught slightly. "If that's what this conversation is really about, then... Allyson, you didn't commit any sin. We had broken up. You shouldn't torture yourself over this. We can put it behind us."
"You won't feel that way once you learn who it was..."
Reagan moved closer and grasped my hands firmly. "Allyson, stop. I don't want to know his identity. It's irrelevant."
I gazed at him, my throat constricting with emotion. "You don't comprehend-"
