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“She wouldn’t do that,” I spit. I can’t believe a word that comes out of this asshole’s mouth. People can talk shit all day long, but until he shows me any evidence, it’s all circumstantial.
Zayan smiles, pulling out his phone. “That’s where you’re wrong, Mr. Hotshot Lawyer. Boy, does she have you fooled... Kind of sad, honestly.” He pulls something up on his phone before flipping it around for me to see.
Tara’s name and number come into view. A phone call. Tara and Zayan talked for seven minutes just earlier today. Right under my nose… Right before I practically gave her my heart to hack away at as she pleased.
What the fuck? My heart rate spikes, and jealousy sparks in my veins. I don’t care what the contract says she can do—I’m fucking jealous.
I need to get my head on straight. I need to think rationally. That’s barely anything to base accusations on. That could be a one-off.
I play it cool. “One phone call doesn’t mean she wants to be with you.”
“Maybe not. But all these texts do.” Zayan pulls up their conversation and hands me his phone. Her name and number are displayed right there in front of my eyes.
My chest pulls as I read through their thread. It feels like I’m being gutted right now. She can deny it all she wants, but the messages are right here. She’s been fucking texting him constantly.
Tara:Love you baby. This will be over soon enough, and I’ll be yours forever.
Zayan:U were always mine, dahlia.
Tara:Yeah, but officially *kissy face emoji*
I scroll up,finding hundreds of messages between them, going back months. My chest burns, feeling like it’s caving in on itself. She claimed she wanted to get away from this guy, but has been messing around with him this entire time? Is this some kind of fucking game?
I don’t understand why she’d even jump into that contract with me if she was going to stay with him the entire time. She just told me she wanted to try with me for real, which is huge for both of us, considering we don’t do relationships—or so I thought. If she really wanted to be with him, she could’ve just married him and saved me the fucking headache and hassle of dealing with her.
The contract says she’s allowed to be with whoever she wants, as long as it’s private, they pass my security checks, and sign an NDA, so I don’t understand why she’d keep this a secret from me.
As I’m scrolling through their disgustingly sweet messages, a text pops up on his phone that makes my breath hitch.
505-555-2325:You get what I needed to take care of that snake infestation? I want to make sure they stay down for good. Fang won’t know what hit him.
Snake infestation?As in the fucking Snakes?
The only people I know who want to take out the Snakes are the Draaks. It all becomes clear and the only thing I see is red. This was all a secret ploy between them and I got fucking played.
Zayan’s involved with the Draaks in some way, based on that message. Was this whole thing just a plan for Tara to get close to me so they could get inside information on the Snakes? She obviously saw the opportunity and fucking ran with it.
This doesn’t make sense though—if she was trying to get information on the Snakes, she would’ve tried to get closer to me earlier on…
Realization sinks in. Rush. She didn’t try to get close to me, but she did get close to Rush. Of course she’d try to get close to the security guy. He’s the person who could tell her all about our weak spots. She’s spent a lot of time in the security room with him. There’s no telling what kind of information she got out of him. Maybe she even went snooping when he wasn’t paying attention.
She’s close with Reilly too. He may not be part of the Snakes or know much about my work with them, but he hears a lot through his shop. His father used to be one of them, so he already has that connection. Fuck me. How did I not see this? She was using us all for information on the Snakes.
My heart hurts, not only for myself, but for my best friend right now. He really fucking fell for this girl. And it turns out she’s a fucking traitor. I know he’ll be destroyed by this. She won’t get away with it. I’ll fuck her over for hurting Reilly.
I’ll fucking ruin her for ever thinking she could cross me like this. If she thought I was an asshole before, she hasn’t seen anything yet. No one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it.
I shove Zayan’s phone back against his chest, then clench my fists at my sides. It takes everything in me not to start pacing like a maniac, trying to figure out where I went wrong.
How I was so stupid not to see the signs that she was using me? Using all of us?
Tara’s been a fucking snake this entire time. That’s the only explanation.
Why else would she marry me when she has feelings for this asshole—he obviously has the money to save the restaurant. From the looks of his expensive clothes, shoes, and watch, he’s not hurting for money at all. I know the part about needing money wasn’t a lie; I’ve seen the restaurant bank accounts and the books. But she could’ve just gotten the money from Zayan.
Shit, she could’ve even gotten the money from her best friend. But she willingly married me, and the only conclusion that makes sense after seeing those messages was so she could fuck me over right under my nose.
I’m fucked.
