“Sim-”
“He kissed someone else,” she cuts in. “And his first reaction was to tell you. To be honest. And you… didn’t.”
“His first reaction wasn’t to tell me,” I snap. “No. His first reaction was to spend the night with her.”
“But he wasn’twithher,” Simone shoots back. “It was his job.”
“Was it?” I ask bitterly. “He could’ve called someone to take over. He could’ve called me. Instead, he ordered room service.”
She frowns. “How do you even know that?”
I lean back against the couch. “I saw it. On the hallway footage.”
“Right,” she says flatly. “Of course you did.”
Then her tone hardens.
“Well, the time to ask all those questions was before.”
I open my mouth, but she keeps going.
“Now it’s not about him, Jess. It’s about you. You messed up.”
Her eyes lock on mine.
“And blaming Logan isn’t going to fix that.”
“I’m not blaming him,” I insist. “I’m just-”
“No.” She cuts me off sharply. “Don’tjustanything.”
I open my mouth again, but she doesn’t let me.
“You and I both know an apology with a ‘but’ in it isn’t really an apology.” She leans back, arms crossed again. “And before you say it, yes, I’m taking this personally.”
I blink. “What does that mean?”
“It means I’m married to his brother,” she says tightly. “I’m carrying his baby. How the hell am I supposed to pick your side in all of this?”
Her jaw clenches.
I laugh, but it comes out shaky, more like a sob. “So, what, you’re just gonna take his side? The West side?”
She shakes her head. “It’s not just that. You know my history with cheaters.”
The guilt twists deeper.
I do know her history. I was there when she found out her ex had been sleeping with a ‘friend’. I held her while she cried. I helped her pack his things into trash bags. I even helped her egg his car.
Back then, I’d sworn I’d never forgive someone who cheated.
And now here I am.
I ask the question that’s been sitting in my chest all day.
“What can I do, Sim?”
She looks at me for a long moment.
