Marianne let out a choked sob. James’s eyes burned with anger.
Greg tried to defend himself. “It was a mistake… I didn’t mean to…”
He begged for forgiveness. “Please, Lilith… I love you…”
I laughed.
“You love me? Greg, you don’t even know what love is. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did.”
He crawled toward me, “Please… I’m begging you.”
I stepped back. “It’s over. You destroyed us the moment you crawled back to Sarah.”
James stepped forward, voice like thunder.
“Get up,” he ordered. “Stand up and face what you’ve done.”
Greg slowly stood. He looked pitiful in his wrinkled tuxedo, his tear-streaked face—a man who had lost everything.
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