Emma Watson
I slammed the door shut behind me, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. My chest ached, but it wasn’t from exhaustion—it was from the overwhelming surge of emotions clawing at my insides.
Benita.
The name alone sent a wave of anger through me.
I should have known something was off the second Ray drove me home in silence. He never stayed that quiet unless something was weighing on him.
But this?
Her?
My hands curled into fists as I pushed off the door, pacing the length of the room.
Why was she here?
I had barely processed the fact that she and Ray shared a history, let alone the kind that involved a past relationship. But it wasn’t just that.
He knew she was here before we walked in.
He didn’t tell me.
He let me walk in blind—again.
A bitter
