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“That’s the problem, Caleb. I do know you. You’re a man-whore, and I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to keep it in your pants.”

“Stop that. I was a man-whore. Past tense. I belong to you now. I’m not sleeping with anyone. I swear to God I love you, Indi. I would never do that to you.”

And the worst part?

I believe him.

I know he isn’t sleeping with her.

But that almost makes this hurt worse somehow.

“Sorry,” I whisper brokenly. “I know you’re probably not sleeping with her, but Sasha was the rule, Caleb… the hard limit. Remember? I told you if anything ever happened involving her again, that would be the end of us.” Then suddenly I hear it. “Caleb, come back to bed,” a woman calls out softly.

Every muscle in my body locks.

“What the…” Caleb says.

My eyes widen so much they hurt. “Caleb?” I whisper.

There’s muffled movement.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he yells, away from his phone.

“I came over like you asked me to, babe. Let’s get naked again and do it in the shower this time.”

My world stops.

My mouth falls open as another sob tears from my chest.

How could he?

“Fuck! Shut up, Sasha, and get the fuck out!”

But I’ve already heard enough.

I end the call.

Pure rage explodes through me so violently it feels like my blood catches fire beneath my skin. My fists clench so tightly my nails slice into my palms, warm blood trickling over my fingers. My breathing comes in harsh, ragged bursts as I stand there shaking uncontrollably beside my car.

Then I scream.

A raw, furious sound tears out of me as I punch the rear passenger window with everything I have. Glass explodes everywhere.

Pain shoots through my hand as shards slice into my skin, but the sting barely registers over the agony ripping through my chest.

Right now, I need to get home.

And somehow figure out how to forget Caleb McCormack-Slade once and for all.

Chapter Forty-Three

Caleb

Sasha throws herself at me, and I quickly muffle the phone so Indi can’t hear while I shove Sasha back with my free hand. I’m so furious that I don’t even care we’re standing in the middle of the hotel hallway. I’ll make a scene if that’s what it takes to get Indi back.

She comes at me again, and I force her away, but she only laughs as I lift the phone back to my ear. “Indi, baby, I swear she’s just trying to cause trouble…” There is a pause. “Indi? Are you there?” I ask, but all I’m met with is silence, and my stomach sinks.

“Get. Away. From. Me,” I say quietly, each word measured, but laced with enough venom to make it clear I’m barely holding myself together.