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Nothing will be the same for Cam and me again.
He’s not who I thought he was.We’renot what I thought we were. Not if he could do this to me.
Jamie’s trilling voice echoes in my head: “Bless your heart.”
That smug expression, the smirk on her ruby red lips.
She sat in waiting, like a lioness stalking her prey. Waited for the chance to swoop in and ruin things.
Maybe she did you a favor.
I vomit one more time, a burning sensation from my gut all the way up through my throat.
“Sloane, you want me to stay the night?” Gracelyn rubs my back as I dry heave, the contents of my stomach now depleted.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I rise gingerly from the tile floor. My knees ache and I’m weak from puking my guts out. I clutch at the vanity and shake my head.
“You have clients in the morning. I’ll be okay.” My voice is raspy and unconvincing.
“I can cancel them. I feel like I shouldn’t leave you alone.”
She stares at me with such pity my eyes prick with tears.
“No. Go home. I’ll be fine.”
Throwing her arms around me, she wraps me in a tight hug. The tears well and sparkle in my lashes, threatening to fall. But I don’t want to cry, not right now in front of Gracelyn. I need to be alone.
“I love you. We’ll make it through this.” Gracelyn squishes me harder and my nose stings as I fight back tears. “Okay, let’s get you into bed before I go.”
She waits while I brush my teeth, scrubbing the acid from my cottony mouth. Then she leads me to my bedroom like a child, insisting I undress and put on pj’s. I protest, but she’s having none of it.
Finally, she pulls back the covers on my bed and tucks me in, moonlight streaming through the slats of my blinds.
“There. Snug as a bug in a rug. I’ll call you tomorrow first thing. And if you need anything—anything at all—call me. Doesn’t matter the time, just call.”
“Okay,” I mumble.
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Night.” She pats my arm and I’m relieved it’s dark because the tears finally win, spilling onto my cheeks.
Grace tiptoes out and I stare up at the popcorn ceiling, sniffling like a baby. Every inch of my body aches and I’m honestly not sure if I’m going to survive this.
Walking in on Ratface and his secretary was debasing. Calling off the wedding was mortifying.
But this?
One million times worse.
I loved Cam and he let me down so hard it’s like I dove out of a jet headfirst at 14,000 feet without a parachute. Crashing to the ground and shattering. All because of him and his cheating ways.
The nightstand rattles and my cell lights up, but I don’t have the strength to reach out and answer. One, two, three rings, then silence as the call goes to voicemail.
Then the ping of a text.
Still, I can’t bring myself to look, frozen beneath the sheets.
