My eyes ping open, and I push him back, not too hard, but enough so I can see him. He looks pale, with dark circles already appearing under his eyes. He keeps swallowing too, but he’s holding my gaze like he’s got nothing to hide.
“Let’s go inside.” I push past him, not even bothering to shut the car door. Devon pushes it and I hear it slam shut.
I drop my keys onto the side and whirl around, my hands on my hips. I have to be strong because Devon hasmassivelyfucked up.
This isn’t on me; it’s on him.
“Jade, I’m so sorry.” Devon opens his arms, holding his hands palm up like he’s already surrendering.
All I want him to surrender is the truth.
“Yeah, you said. What for, exactly?” I pin him with my gaze, my lips pressed together so I don’t start screaming at him forspending the fucking night with Mila Harris.
Devon stares down at the floor, like he’s going to find the answer there. “For sleeping in another woman’s hotel room.”
My eyes narrow. “On ouranniversary, you woke up with Mila Harris.”
Devon winces like I’ve slapped him. “Yeah. For that.”
I want to punch him; I'm so mad. “What in the fucking world were youthinking, Devon?”
He shrugs, fuckingshrugs, like he doesn’t know the answer. Like he doesn’t have autonomy over his decisions, for Christ’s sake.
“I drank too much, I guess.”
“You guess?” I scoff. “Youguess?”
Devon meets my gaze, his eyes wide.
I know why—this isn’t like me. This isn’t like his calm, predictable little wife.
“Jade, let me explain?—”
“Did you fuck her?” My voice doesn’t sound like mine anymore. It’s vicious, laced with rage and heartbreak.
Devon blinks, shaking his head immediately. “No?—”
“Did she give you a blow job? Huh?”
The images going through my head of my husband being pleasured by thatbitchare too much to handle, and tears start streaming down my face. Her big green eyes looking up at him as she takes him fully in her mouth?—
“Jade, look at me.” Devon moves forward, and even though I move back, he’s too quick for me. He cups my face in his hands, swiping at my tears. “I would never do that. Never.”
I look up at him through my tears, and I can tell he’s telling me the truth. His eyes glisten as he searches mine, desperate for me to believe him.
“I love you so fucking much, Jade.”
It’s hard to talk through the lump of emotion swelling in my throat, but somehow, I manage it. “I know that. That’s not what I’m questioning.” I reach up and take his hands in mine, kissing his fingers before I can stop myself. It’s muscle memory again—being like this with him.
“Then what?” Devon rests his head against my forehead, his eyes boring into mine.
God, he’s so beautiful.
Focus. Inner bitch.
“You’re telling me you didnothingin that hotel room?”
This is it. I’ve asked the hard questions, but somehow this is the hardest. The vision of her in her robe…
