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“Oh, she’s a lot of things, but a minger isn’t one of them…” Alex leaned onto her knees, burying her face in her hands.
“Fallon…Delaney, right?” Lucy searched the name on her app.
“It’s under Sinéad Delaney. She posted three photos with Mark.”
Lucy’s thumbs flew over the phone’s screen at lightning speed. “No, she’s made her account private.” She held her phone up for Alex. “See? Someone’s got a guilty conscience…”
Alex frowned. “They might be in the Mark Keegan hashtag. One of the kissing shots was there earlier.”
Lucy searched #MarkKeegan, her eyebrows raised. “Bitch…”
The midnight kiss photo, clearly showing Mark and Fallon attached at the lips, was now the top post in #MarkKeegan with 3,279 likes, the tight embrace by the wall at a close second with 2,980 likes. Both photos were screen captures of the actress’s Instagram, posted into the hashtag by a Keeganite. The back seat SUV photo wasn’t there. Alex guessed most fans wouldn’t realize that the guy with the watch holding Fallon’s hand was Mark.
She raised a hand to soothe her throbbing temples. “I keep replaying everything. Was it me? Maybe none of this would have happened if…He wanted to leave with me, Lucy. I made him stay, and I definitely shouldn’t have been drinking.”
“Bullshit, Lex. It was New Year’s Eve—it’s all about drinking.”
“Not when you’ve been on anxiety meds. I screwed up.”
“I thought you stopped taking them. Dizziness or something?”
“I did stop. Three days ago. I thought they would be out of my system…”
“Shit.”
Alex nodded. “I got wrecked on half a vodka and orange, and two mojitos. One minute I felt fine, the next I could barely stand.”
“Mojitos?” Lucy half-smiled. “That’s one step up from a mocktail. It’s like getting drunk on tap water.”
Alex tugged the cuffs of Mark’s sweatshirt over her hands.
“Well, they are. Did Mark know about the meds?”
Alex shook her head, avoiding eye contact.
“So, he thinks you deliberately got rat-arsed in front of his castmates?”
“I guess so. I don’t know…”
“Jeez, Lex, you two have to stop with all these secrets. You’re as bad as each other—”
“I didn’t sleep with my ex!”
Lucy held Alex’s hand. “Did he admit it? What did he say, exactly?”
Alex scowled. “He didn’t go into the smutty details. He admitted they woke up in bed together, and they were both naked. Doesn’t take a frickin’ genius, does it?”
Lucy widened her eyes. “So, how did you leave it? Did you text on the way here?”
“No…it took all my willpower not to burst into tears again. He left a ton of messages and texts. I put it in airplane mode.”
“Want me to see if he sent any more?”
“You can’t. Battery died.”
Lucy leapt up to the small dining table and dug underneath a pile of comic drawings, rescuing a phone charger. “You might want to look later…” She plugged in Alex’s dead phone.
Alex chipped the glitter polish off her nails and rocked back and forth on the edge of the loveseat. “What do I do now? I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. All I thought about was our future, waiting for it to happen…but it’s been shattered. Was it all a big lie? I trusted him. I thought he was different. He wouldn’t cheat on me. He wouldn’t hurt me…Lucy, tell me what I should do?”
