My professor, a man with a spotless reputation his entire life, jumped from the faculty building.
And Fay Simmons, the one who destroyed us both, walked free on her father's money and connections.
Now she was tugging at Lionel's sleeve, smiling like a child.
"Don't fight with Moira because of me. If she needs to vent, let her. I don't mind!"
"Fine, let's say it was all my fault. Moira, I'm sorry. I really am!"
Fay dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbed my hand, and lifted it toward her own cheek.
The instant before the slap could land, Lionel caught my wrist. His grip was so tight I felt my bones grind together.
"Moira Swanson, how did I end up with a wife this petty and vindictive?"
"Fay is on her knees for you. What more do you want? You want her to die for your dead lover?"
I stared at Lionel, eyes wide, unable to believe what had just come out of his mouth.
"Lionel! He was your professor too!"
Lionel shook my hand off and turned his back to me. A long silence passed before he spoke.
"Where there's smoke, there's fire. You and him were probably sleeping together!"
Rage churned in my chest, burning so hot my throat seized.