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“You are not dumb,” Gabriella snaps. “You trusted him.”
“They were always together in the corner laughing about something,” I tell her, “and it was always ‘I had lunch with Sarah’ or ‘I’m going to scout clients with Sarah.’” I slap my forehead with my hand. “Good God, it was right in my face.”
“Isn’t she married?” Sofia asks. “Like, we met her, didn’t we?”
“She is, and she just gave birth to her third child six months ago,” I say, and now it all is just spouting out of me. “Those are probably his kids,” I say. My phone rings, and I look down, seeing it’s him.
“Don’t answer that,” Zoey instructs while Gabriella squeezes my hand.
“Do you want to talk to him?” She ignores the hiss that comes out of Zoey and Ryleigh. “Ignore all of us and focus on yourself right now. Do you want to talk to him?”
“Want to talk to him?” Zoey blurts out. “That motherfucker could be the father of Sarah’s kid.”
It’s then that I snap, “Two of her kids.” I get up and grab the phone. “Her other kid is two, and the oldest is three.”
“Jesus Christ,” Ryleigh swears, reaching over and grabbing the glass out of Sofia’s hand and taking a shot. “I don’t know what I would have done.”
“I know what you would have done,” Gabriella says, “and there would be pieces of him scattered along the way.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Zoey snaps. “Zara.”
My body shakes but not in the part where I’m going to collapse. No, in the part where I have to move. “He was fucking her on my bed!” I roar.
“Dear Lord,” Sofia observes, taking a shot of the tequila, “someone woke the beast. This isn’t good.” I see them exchanging looks.
“In my fucking bed.” I point at myself. “On my fucking favorite duvet!”
“Should I call anyone?” Nash leans over to ask Zoey, who just shakes her head.
“He said, ‘we can talk’?” I repeat as I walk wildly around the room. “Like, it’s a onetime thing and not that he was with her for three fucking years.” I throw up my hands. “During our whole relationship, he’s been fucking both of us.” The phone rings again, and I stomp over to it, seeing it’s him again.
“What?” I answer.
“Oh, God, Zara, I was so worried,” he says breathlessly.
“How worried?” I ask, looking down at the phone and putting him on speaker.
“I was out looking for you.” He sounds like he’s panting.
“Obviously, you weren’t trying really fucking hard since you didn’t fucking find me.”
“Snap,” Ryleigh adds.
“So how hard were you looking, Daniel?” I ask him.
“We have to talk,” he says.
“I’m pretty sure all the talking we had to do has been done,” I inform him. “I need to come and get my things,” I tell him of a plan I didn’t even know I was doing.
“Can we talk when you come home?”
“No, considering you won’t be there.” I laugh. “And if you are there, I’m going to burn every single thing I look at that is yours.”
“I didn’t hear that,” Ryleigh states, looking around. “She did not just threaten him.” I look at her. “You can’t threaten him,” she whispers, and I roll my eyes.
“I’m not threatening him.” I look at Ryleigh. “I’m not threatening you, Daniel. I’m merely stating that if I come home tomorrow from ten a.m. to one p.m. and you are there, I’m going to burn all your shit.” I shrug. “I might do it even if you aren’t there.”
“Zara, please, we can work this out,” he pleads, and Sofia pffts.
