Jon’s boots pounded against the pavement as he left O’Malley’s, the whiskey still burning in his chest. Holly’s words replayed in his mind like a cruel refrain: You cheated, Jon. That’s what ended us. He clenched his fists, anger rising not just at her but at himself. And at Crystal. Always Crystal.
By the time he reached her apartment, his resolve was set. He wasn’t going to let her charm or sly smile twist things anymore. She was going to answer for what she’d done.
Crystal opened the door with a practiced smile, her hair perfectly arranged, her voice dripping with sweetness. “Jon,” she purred, “I was hoping you’d come. I know you’re upset, but we can fix this. Holly doesn’t understand you the way I do. She never did.”
Jon stepped inside, his presence filling the room with tension. “S
