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ge. "How dare you! How

ises under the pounding of the rain. My chest ached as th

n there? Did she kno

hammering of my pulse, smearing

the address Rita had circled in

and close enough for him to live

nto a different street. The tyres hissed as thfromrain poured harder. I sho

brella, a purple one. It had my initials on it. Jett

it.

voice, and I watched. The umbrella was ra

who played in the rain. Th

want to believe this. Jett. Jett, he wouldn't cheat on me. He told me he loved me

road, the image of the purple umbrella seared int

loser, shielding them from the downpour. My

blinking through the b

and I couldn't even confront him. The betray

the lump in my throat. I couldn't bear to look again. If I

me I pulled into the underground garage of Carter's tallest building. My

nevenly as I pressed the

her. Higher. By the time the ding announced

pressed it, and my heartbeat was roarin

gh his tie was gone, his belt almost undone, and five buttons hung loose

ercing blue gaze held mine. "Ro

rage and despair. "Did you

hand still gripping the edge of th

My stomach dropped cold and hollow. He didn't know? No, h

i," I hissed.

nothing, just stared at me with those sharp blue eyes, the kind that

"If Jett did something to you

idn't. Because no one ever knows, right? E

ing. My knees wavered beneath me, and I pressed

e easing. He took a step closer, one hand lifting sli

you care. He was your brother. If he cheate

between us w

d quietly, almost pained no

ike a strike to th

ome here to find comfort, ye

ispered, "I don't even k

of hair from my cheek. The heat of his touch s

olding mine as if he could make me believe hi

t, I was inside

, the ring box, the picture, the woman, the umbrella, the twins. By the time I finished

et, l

ded, more real, unlike the cold glances of his mother or the calculating silences of his fathe

edges of my pain, it felt good,

gate this Juliet Rogidgro?

let it go. I can't believe I only found out after hi

comes asking for her part... Y

tucked the damp strands of hair beh

my glass to my lips, sipping carefully, b

lightly with a chuckle. "Was I

knit. "L

softly at my bottom lip. My voice came out

o me. My throat tig

opped to the rim of his glass. His fingertips traced the edge absently before he sighe

d the next question, but I guess my curiosity took

Wh

wasn't, ever since I knew him. No scandal, no women, even his assistant was a man.

I haven't seen

couch, turning toward him fully and f

mile. Not his business smile. This was softer and almost boyish. And in that

aking his chin gently in my hand, turning his face toward me.

handsome, but Eli. He was different. I remembered the f