a's

ramming into her from behind like a damn animal. She moane

t, and Ryan had one hand holding her pan

amed like it was the highlight of her week, using

here gradually," Ryan groaned

ay get an

The small ceramic flower pot I'd bought to brighten up his cold-as

themselves. The woman turned first, and in less than

bit into my palms, the onl

ie

week when Ryan started acting weird. The one who told me to stop overt

rying to process what I'd just walked in on, but the pieces didn't

I di

perfect Brielle was the

might've laughed. I'd wasted three damn years of my

rly scrambling to sound composed. "I

part to focus on. What I just witnessed, or th

iously fee

es," I said flatly. "Coming home

not what it

y lips. "Oh, good. Then by al

he candles still flickering, Brielle's bag on the chair, Ryan

been going on? Wee

ever

. "I walked out of that office with nothing. No paycheck.

owed. "I d

. You were too busy screwing your 'childhood friend.'" I made air qu

mouth like she had something to say, but

myself I did the right thing. That my fiancé would be proud o

hide it," I whispered.

," Ryan muttered,

"Don't insult me by prete

king frustrated. "You're overreacti

es wi

n, I just walked in on you fucking Brie

mistake. A o

hing?" I waved at the wine, the lights, the damn pla

mean to

he muttered, guilt finally

top yourself either. And to think, I lost my

l, especially not in front of them. They didn

yla

to silence him and

gret. A faint smirk played on her lips. L

elf," I said coldly. "You fin

ad and shrugged lazil

ed. "Ex

," she said, like it was no

s the point of all this?

r voice bored now. "Always acting like he was

like I was

to come home today," she

jaw. "You're

ly. "You thought loyalty meant so

ed, Ryan's distance, Brielle's comforting lies about hi

was throwing

r," she added with venom, "

and bent to grab my bag from the floor, slinging it over m

my things when I'm not seeing re

ayla, please. Don't leav

to talk. I don't want to stand her

dn't mean for

. "I don't need your pat

voice losing its smugness. "You're s

lking away because of both of you. You lied to me. Smiled in

ou're d

sharp and steady now. "No, sweetheart. I'm clear. C

om under you. One moment, I was engaged and planning a future. The next? I

t now. My best friend was out of town for a work seminar and I didn't want to bother her. My sister

tar

d now he got to walk away like none

ust fuckin

my pillow like some pathetic woman from

, I could at least forget

aos. Noise. A strip club was the o