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PROLOGUE
Zoe
Three Months Ago…
The door swings open, and the sight before me is like a punch to the gut. Jacob, my Jacob, has Sassy pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around him as he thrusts into her.
The dim light of the room highlights every sickening detail.
My heart stops, then starts again with a vengeance.
My voice erupts like a firework, raw and uncontainable. “Jacob, you fucking bastard!”
Red-hot rage blinds me as I charge at him, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dig into my palms.
Two years—two goddamn years—and this is how he repays me?
The taste of betrayal is bitter, acrid in my mouth.
His pathetic excuse barely registers over the roaring in my ears. “Zoe, wait! It’s not what it looks like!”
Sassy scrambles around the room, her eyes wide with panic.
She grabs at her discarded clothes, fumbling to cover herself as if that could erase what I just walked in on.
Her frantic movements only fuel my anger, but she’s not my priority right now.
Jacob is.
Right now, my fury is laser-focused on Jacob.
“It’s exactly what itfuckinglooks like,” I scream back, my voice breaking. “You’re screwing someone who isn’t me at the club’s 4th of July party. How stupid could you be?”
I don’t wait for an answer.
I lunge at him, every inch of me vibrating with pure, unfiltered rage.
I spit out, calling him every vile name I can think of. “Fuck you, Jacob. You’re just a limp dick bumblefuck bitch!”
My heart feels like it’s being torn apart, piece by agonizing piece.
We were supposed to be building a life together.
Just last week, we were talking about moving in with each other.
Only to find out they were all lies. Every single word.
“Fuck you, Jacob,” I spit, my voice trembling with both hurt and rage. “We’re done.”
My hand flies through the air before I can even think, the crack of my palm against his cheek echoing in the room.
Jacob’s head snaps to the side, and for a heartbeat, he just stands there, frozen.
His eyes meet mine, wide with shock, but something darker flickers underneath—anger.
“Go ahead, fucking do it,” I spit out, my voice trembling with rage.
His hesitation lasts only a moment. Then, as if on some twisted autopilot, his hand clamps down around my wrist, yanking me closer.
