Edric had collected a few of her points and was desperately trying to piece them together:

1. There was a no other man. She solely loved him.
   
2. He'd done nothing wrong—but she'd never said she hadn't.
   
3. It wasn't murder. Murder was easier to cover up.
   
4. Whatever she was hiding, she was firmly of the belief that it would ruin his life...?

He had nothing.

He stared at her with high brows and wide eyes, watching the tears well up in her eyes.

"You sound like you're about to take off on me," he breathed, tilting his head questioningly. "And I promise you that nothing you could say would ruin me more than that."

(Well, at least nothing he could imagine.)

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