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“Okay,” the man says slowly. “That’s not freaky at all. My kid is waving at dead people.”
Chapter One
Now.
My fiancé makes a very distinctive noise when he’s close to orgasm. It’s a grunting of sorts, not uncommon to most men, but he wheezes like he’s on the verge of an asthma attack.
I never paid much attention to it because I’m usually in on the act with him.
Until now.
Because I’m on the other side of the door and those female moans aren’t mine.
I wish he cared enough to use those moves on me because she is screaming like she’s being murdered.
My hand hovers over the door handle, my body hesitating because imaging what’s going on in there is bad enough, but to see it with my own eyes may tip me over the edge.
My eye catches on the glint of my diamond engagement ring as it tips inside my fingers. It’s always been a little big, and I never made the time to get it resized. I wonder if it was an omen—fitting to my current circumstances. One way or another, this ring isn’t meant to stay on my finger.
I think about knocking, like it’s rude to interrupt mid-orgasm.
How inconvenient.
Or I could simply walk away and pretend I didn’t leave work early to cook him a meal for our anniversary and to celebrate my graduation tomorrow.
But it’s not in my nature. I’ll make both our lives miserable until I can’t hold it in anymore, and just the thought of sharing the same bed with him now makes my skin crawl.
It’s your goddamn house.
Well, not exactly. We haven’t officially moved in together yet, but I spend most of my time here.
Maybe I always knew it would end. It took me six weeks to agree to marry him.
I love him, but being tied to one person scares the shit right out of me.
But he—the man currently on the verge of that asthma attack I was talking about—that man made me believe.
I open the door slowly, peeking through with one eye. They don’t hear me. The two bodies thrashing around on the bed are too wrapped up in each other, and her screams are enough to pierce my eardrums.
The distinct smell of sex, the lavender detergent I washed the bed sheets in, and shame lingers in the air.
My stomach rolls.
His uniform is scattered across the floor, and a red lace thong is hanging from the bedpost.
I swear, I fell for the cop uniform before I ever fell for the man wearing it.
Sun-kissed blonde hair lies in waves overmypillow.
I tilt my head, staring like a creep.
Does he always clench his ass so tight?
The moment I’m more focused on how he looks from this side having sex, rather than the fact that he’s having sex with someone that isn’t me, I know it’s over.
I won’t lie. I’m a little disappointed, but I’ll just add Caleb to the list of all the other men who let me down. He won’t even come close to the top.
It’s a long second before I decide to move my feet, and it’s not to interrupt them because in that second, I realize, I’m merely a little hurt. The betrayal stings, but it’s not thecurrent usI’ll mourn. I’ll mourn the idea of us. Of everything I thought we would be when we first met. The knowledge of us ending isn’t crippling like I think it should be when you’re fully invested, and you love someone.
