#Chapter412

The blonde guy with her, the guy I saw her with at her building, the guy Jake told me is the man she’s serious about. He has her hand in his as they turn together, and I have to hold onto every part of my self-control to not rip them apart and shove him halfway across the room. I hate that he’s touching her, that he gets to be with her, be close to her, make her laugh and listen to her problems. I hate that he’s with her at all. It’s a mix of pain and anger, jealousy, and regret, and it sucks like hell.

“Hi.” She says...