Chapter 23
GEORGIA'S POV
Nothing.
The casual way he'd tossed that word at me made me feel like the world's biggest fool. Every shared look, every whispered promise—it was all a performance. How could someone be that good at faking a soul? I'd lived a lie for years and never even saw a crack in the mask.
It felt like my heart was being dissected without anesthesia. I'd never felt a hatred this pure. To think I almost tied my life to a man like him—a man exactly like the rest of his family: arrogant, cruel, and completely indifferent to the wreckage they leave in their wake. But really, what did I expect? A sentimental confession?
I nodded slowly, placing the papers back on the table with robotic precision. "If you'll excuse me," I whispered, feeling the bile rise in my throat.
