09 I spent a week in Miami , helping my father negotiate new shipping routes . The work kept my mind busy . When I returned to Boston , Cillian was waiting at our private airfield . He looked hollow . Weight lost , shadows under his eyes , the kind of look men got before they did something desperate . " We need to talk , " he said . My security moved to intervene , but I waved them off . " Two minutes . " " Saoirse , please . Let me explain . " 75 " Explain what ? That you married your brother's widow ? That you were planning to make me your mistress ? That you thought I'd be okay living that lie ? " " It's not like that . I had no choice . My father " There's always a choice . " I cut him off . " You chose your family's honor over me . That's fine . But don't insult me by pretending otherwise . " " I love you . " " No. You love the idea of having everything . Your family legacy , your brother's child protected , and me on the side . That's not love , Cillian . That's greed . " " What do you want me to do ? I'll do anything . " " I want you to forget I exist . Can you do that ? " His silence was answer enough . " Then we're done . If you approach me again , it won't be my father you deal with . It'll be me . And you know what I'm capable of . " I walked to my armored car . He didn't follow .