“That threw me even deeper into depression. I didn’t eat. I didn’t get out of bed. I wouldn’t talk to anyone. The morning I walked out and found my dad was the first day I’d left my bed in weeks.”

Those scenes played in my mind so often I’d almost become numb to how horrible it really was. When Wyatt looked up at me, tears streamed down his cheeks, and his face distorted in agony. “My God…Megan…I just keep saying I’m sorry, but it doesn’t even come close to how bad I feel. All that time you lost with your dad because of me. All the burdens you’ve carried alone.”

“Daddy came in my room every day when he got home from work. He’d put his arms around me, hug me close to him, and tell me he loved me. I always told him I loved him too. He didn’t die without knowing how much I love him.”

Wyatt wraps his big hand around mine and pulls my palm to his lips. They’re soft and familiar, heating my core and making me miss what we had all over again.

“When I emerged from that depression, that’s when I decided I’d destroy you and anything related to your name. I lost everything. My home, my friends, my high school graduation…all that paled in comparison to losing my dad and our baby. I’d envied you and your friends for most of my life because you had everything money could buy.

“I vowed to take that all away from you. When I graduated from Harvard with top honors, I didn’t celebrate my achievement. I plotted the next move that would topple your empire. Then the next move. Then the next. Vengeance kept me alive and motivated. It made me get out of bed in the morning and kept me working eighty to a hundred hours a week until I succeeded.

“Now you know everything.”