"Isabel, listen to me," Jaxon slurred, his words thick with the many hours of alcohol he'd consumed. He leaned against the bar, bloodshot eyes staring out, face flushed in the dim light. "I never cheated on you. Never.
I pressed my lips together, trying to keep the frustration from boiling over. He was beyond drunk now, teetering on the edge of being a mess. And yet, somehow, he still looked at me like I was the one who'd done something wrong.
"You've got it all twisted," he said, his hand scrambling for his drink, which he ended up knocking over. I didn't bat an eyelash. "Lauren? She was just a friend, Isabel. A damn friend. You got to believe me."
I felt my chest cave in. I really couldn't handle this right now, not with everything else weighing down on me. It was a jumble of hurt, an
