Her chest ached. Beth wanted nothing more than to curl up in her bed and just cry. She’d had relationships before, she’d been cheated on before. No, she reminded herself. She’d broken up with him. He’d seen it as a break-up, it wasn’t actually cheating. Her head knew that but her heart? That was another story.
Part of her wanted to yell and scream. Another part wanted to just walk away. If he’d cheat on her once he’d do it again. But there was that one thing. It wasn’t cheating.
She’d grown up with two brothers. She knew from experience that men handled emotional pain differently than women. Most of them pretended it didn’t exist, they act out to prove that the person who hurt them meant nothing and they can live without them. She’d watched her brothers do it more than a few times. She d
