"Isabel is gone, yes," Andrey finally said, voice strained and low. "But her death wasn't my fault. She was sick, she'd been sick long before I married her. I didn't kill her."
Liv let out a soft chuckle cold, humorless. She turned her head slightly, giving him a sidelong glance.
"Funny," she murmured, "because the way you say that almost sounds like a confession."
His brow furrowed. "A confession? Liv, don't be ridiculous. I would never harm anyone, especially not Isabel."
Liv slowly turned to face him fully, folding her hands in front of her as though she were listening to a stranger ramble.
"No?" she asked quietly. "Then what do you call forcing a woman into a marriage she never wanted? What do you call breaking someone until their spirit dies before their body does?"
Andrey clenched his jaw. "Don't twist things. I never mistreated her. Liv, you're being unfair."
