“My love,” Diana breathes out, cupping your face, “it was an accident. I did not mean—I will never do it again. You have my word.”

It’d been a moment of weakness when she kissed that man. He’d looked so much like—It doesn’t matter. There’s no excuse for what she’d done. She grips your hand gently, like she’s scared of hurting you further. “Please. Believe me.”