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“Does your girlfriend know you slept with your assistant?”
“Are you going to acknowledge the baby?”
As frustrating as it was, both in Washington and in Philadelphia, when he flew out, all Jack cared about was Amelia.
She’d left him.
Jack had sat in the restaurant for over an hour staring out the window, going through a string of emotions. The ring he had in his pocket had sat on the table in front of him, reminding him of what he’d just lost.
Eventually the manager had come over and asked him if he wanted to order anything more and he’d shook his head. Then sorted the bill and head downstairs.
“I followed her home as you asked,” Abe said.
“Thank you,” Jack answered. “Why don’t you drop me home, then head out and enjoy the rest of the evening?”
Abe had clapped him on the back and nodded.
Back home he’d finished packing, almost robotically, then stood under the shower for another hour until it turned cold.
He hadn’t bothered to message Amelia.
She wouldn’t reply, and they both needed space. Yes, he was hoping she would give him time to explain everything, but right now, she was hurting.
Because of him.
He knew what he’d done was wrong. He’d completely fucked up. Jack saw that now.
He’d underestimated Cindy, never thinking the young woman he’d worked with for years would do this. Whether David has pressured her or not, it was irrelevant now.
Amelia didn’t deserve this.
But he wasn’t giving up. He was going to figure out a way to sort this entire mess out, and then he would get her back.
Or at least, he was going to try his very best.
“Through here.” Abe guided him through a side door to his waiting car and the usual driver.
“Senator,” Terry said, opening the door for him. “Welcome home,”
“Hey, Terry.” He gave a half smile and climbed in the back. Darren was in there waiting for him.
“Well, what a fuckup,” Darren said.
Jack let out a dry laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah.”
No one knew about Amelia. That was one positive to the situation. Her identity had remained a mystery still, so at least he knew she had privacy while she was hurting.
Something else he’d nearly fucked up by being a selfish asshole.
His fingers were itching to message her, but he wasn’t sure what he could say.
Forgive me? Did he even deserve it?
He wanted to say I love you, only he wasn’t sure he deserved her love back after keeping this from her.
Fuck, why couldn’t he have told her about it two weeks ago?Because you knew she would’ve kept her barriers up and never fallen in love with you.
He hated himself for it, but it was true.
