“Wouldn’t what?” Trevor asked gently.
Hurt him.
Kill him.
Do it again.
The words stuck in my throat.
Trevor smiled faintly. “I am not the villain here, Cate.”
The calm certainty in his voice was worse than shouting.
“I solved a problem,” he continued. “Ten years ago. A problem that would have destroyed you. John was going to leave you.”
Even though it wasn’t the first time he’d said it, the words hit so hard I almost dropped the glass. “That’s not true.”
Trevor’s eyes remained steady.
“It is,” he said. “He told Seth he was having doubts. He didn’t want the wedding.”
The room tilted.
“You’re lying.”
“Am I?” Trevor asked.
He stepped closer. “You think I would do something like that without a reason?”
My breathing fractured.
“He was going to humiliate you,” Trevor said softly. “In front of everyone.”
“That’s not…”
“I protected you.”
The word snapped through the air.
Protected.
My stomach churned. “You’re rewriting him,” I said.
Trevor’s face hardened. “I’m telling you what you were too blind to see.”
He leaned down slightly, forcing me to look at him. “You want to know why I’m testing you?” he asked quietly.
Testing.
The word rang in my ears.
“Because I need to know you’re still with me,” he said.
My throat went dry.
“And right now,” he added, “I’m not convinced.”
The glass in my hand trembled.