He didn't understand why the book was a factor. The book was just a book. It could have been about anyone. It wasn't, but the truth was, nobody in Salem would have known. He was just as surprised when the book showed up on bookshelves here. He was also getting money from the fact that it was selling, which was nice because they didn't have the money from back home. Not that Dan had a lot of money like Serena did, but he was doing well for himself. Here, he had to watch what he spent.
"The fucking book doesn't matter, Serena," he said then, looking up at her. "You knew about the book. You married me. The book isn't a factor. What happened to us here matters. It's what driving us apart and I've tried talking to you about it, I've tried, but it's hard, Serena. It was hard." Was being the operative word because it wasn't so hard for him anymore. Sure, he was angry and he hated Elena, but he was getting that out in different ways. And it wasn't through his wife. It should have been though. She should have helped him and maybe he should have helped her too. Maybe everything was just bad fucking timing and maybe tomorrow, he would wake up and be back in New York and he could kiss Salem goodbye. If only.
"Oh, so now I make you feel uncomfortable? I'm sorry that even after all this time, you can't deal with anything that's real. You kept telling me we're not in New York anymore. That Salem was different. I guess that only applies to you, right?"
Serena would never change. He thought that she was kind. Compassionate. Loving. No, she was still the same selfish bitch she always had been and Dan was realizing it.
"You didn't even give me a chance. You gave up on me. How could you?"