I shared what I’d overheard that night, between you and Jax. They knew what to say, for maximum effect, because of me.
Darra sold it to me, that she was paving the way for me to step in and mend your broken heart.
My stomach churns, bile burning the back of my throat.
Zach had backed up Sasha’s words. It’s why I believed them.
Zach was Jax’s friend, he wouldn’t have lied. Why would he have?
I screw up the letter.
But I saw them together at the hotel!
I smooth out the paper. My head spinning, trying to focus.
Sasha was at the hotel that day to meet Emma Myers, Dillon’s daughter. They went to school together. Jax just happened to be meeting Dillon. It was his first interview for his internship. When Darra heard, it cemented her plans. She knew you’d check the cameras.
My breathing becomes rapid and erratic. I slap a hand over my mouth and run to the bathroom, violently losing what’s left of my breakfast.
Jax denied it. He’d looked shocked when I confronted him. I can still picture his face. That look. It’s never left me.
I wretch again, my hands gripping the toilet seat, as my stomach dry heaves over and over.
I’d thought it was the guilt of being caught.
But I fell for it. Hook, line and fucking sinker!
I lean against the toilet cubicle wall. My head back, eyes closed. I wait for the swirling in my stomach to subside.
Fucking Zach, fucking Darra!
I wrap an arm around my waist and swipe at a tear tracking its way down my cheek.
And you thought you knew the worst of it!
Pushing myself up the wall, I wash my face and brush my teeth, careful not to catch sight of myself in the mirror.
I drop my head, gripping the edge of the sink unit, drawing in several shuddering breaths. My throat is raw.
You’re stronger than this, Kathryn Frazer! He’s gone from your life. Don’t let his words hurt you.
The problem is, they do.
Worse still, he caused me to hurt someone I cared about… loved.
I lift my head, my eyes locking in the mirror, my body suddenly numb.
What the hell do I say to Jax?
Sorry? Just doesn’t cut it.
Pushing off, unable to face my reflection,I head back into the bedroom and sink down onto the bed. My eyes lock on the now screwed up letter beside me.
It was bad enough knowing Zach slept with Darra and fathered a child. If I’m honest, I’ve struggled with the fact that he continued sleeping with her while in a relationship with me.
That I wasn’t enough for him.
But to know he manipulated me, they both had, for their own sick gains…
