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“There’s nothing to talk about.” I yank harder until he has no option but to let go. “I think I’ve seen enough.”
Her dressed in his jersey with nothing underneath it.
Her hair and makeup messy.
Him standing bare-chested in his bedroom.
Withanother woman.
My fingers wrap around the keys.
Finally.
“You have no idea…”
I have no idea?
“Did I or did I not see another girl standing in your doorwaywho looks like she just jumped out of your bed?” I yell at him, the accusation ringing loudly in the quiet night.
He lifts his hand and runs it through his wild curls. The motion I did so many times. Did she do it too? Did her fingers sink into his hair while he whispered sweet words into her ear?
“I, well yeah, but…”
I shake my head.
“There is no but. This…” I point between the two of us. “We’re done.”
And then, I walk away.
This time, he doesn’t try to stop me.
Now
“I wanted you to believe me.” Miguel’s fingers wrap around my wrist, snapping me from falling deeper down memory lane. “I wanted you to let me explain. But instead, you left without a backward glance. You condemned me without a flicker of doubt.”
I blink a few times, unsure if I heard him correctly.
He’s trying to blame this onme?
After everything that had happened?
After I saw them with my own two eyes?
“Isawyou,” I protest, trying to tug my hand out of his grasp, but his hold is unyielding, and the only thing it does is bring us closer together.
Miguel lets out a humorless chuckle. “You saw what you wanted to see.”
I stagger back, or I would if he wasn’t holding me. It’s like heslapped me. It would have hurt less if he did. At least then, the pain would be physical. Instead, he was tearing up the carefully put-together pieces of my heart with his words, bit by a tiny bit.
“So you’re telling me you’d have been totally chill if you gave me a surprise visit and I opened the door wearing nothing but another man’s clothes?”
Miguel’s jaw clenches, and I can see that I hit a nerve. There is no mistaking the anger boiling in his dark eyes.
Good, let him be angry. Let him hurt; After all, he was hurting me just the same.
“It wasn’t like that!”
“You keep saying that, and yet the evidence tells a different story. Although I’m not sure why I was surprised. At that time, you’d been pulling away from me for months. I tried calling you to let you know I was coming, but you didn’t answer, and later I found out why—you were too busy screwing your side-piece.”
