Jane
The cab smelled like stale cigarettes and air freshener, and I pressed myself against the worn vinyl seat, watching the city blur past through rain-streaked windows.
I slept with Julius.
The thought kept circling my mind like a vulture, picking at the carcass of my morality.
I had actually done it. I f****d my fiancé's father. Ex-fiancé?
No. Hudson was still my fiancé. We had never officially broken up, which meant I had cheated on him.
Just like he cheated on you, a small voice whispered.
I shoved it down viciously. Two wrongs didn't make a right. My mother had drilled that into me since childhood.
What Hudson did was horrible, unforgivable, but what I had done in response...
God, what had I been thinking?
I hadn't been thinking. That was the problem. I had been hurt and
