Rachel
Cameron loved me.
That couldn’t be.
But he loved me.
Did I imagine things? Was I that desperate? Because I wanted Cameron to love me so my panic attack was playing mind games with me?
Because I f*****g love you.
Was that possible? And he just said he never had s*x with those women. Women he showed me because he wanted me jealous. He wanted to pull the reaction out of me. He didn’t touch any of them.
But how could I know?
Cameron could be lying just because he didn’t want me to leave. It was his only way because he was losing control here. He was losing, and we all knew Cameron hated losing. But deep in my heart—in my wounded heart—I knew Cameron was telling me the truth. I could hear it in his voice. And I could feel how painful he was by hiding this secret.
Cameron loved m
