Marcus shook his head as he returned to his office. He couldn’t believe how quickly things had escalated out of control. One minute he’d been discussing wedding plans with his father, the next minute he was having a heated argument with his fiancée. Ex-fiancée, he corrected himself. And all because she didn’t trust him. Trust. When all was said and done, that’s what it boiled down to. Not Antoinette’s thwarted seduction attempt. Not the seemingly compromising position Marcus had been caught in. Samara’s inability to trust him was the real issue. On some level he’d always known her insecurities would come between them. He hadn’t known, of course, that it would happen so soon. And he’d hoped when the time came, they could work through it together. So much for that idea. Marcus paced the floor angrily as he replayed the whole scene in his mind. Samara hadn’t even given him a chance to explain himself. She’d tried and convicted him without a trial, hurling accusations and insults.
