(Hailey's POV)
My blood runs cold. "Photos? From when?"
"From that night she caught us." He turns on me, and there's something dangerous in his eyes. "This is your fault. You weren't content with what you had, and just had to be greedy—"
"My fault?" The words burst out of me. "You're the one who couldn't keep it in your pants! You're the one who seduced me in the first place!"
"And you were so easy to seduce, weren't you?" His voice drips with contempt. "Poor little Hailey, so desperate for scraps of attention that she'd sleep with her best friend's husband for a few stack of bills."
The words hit like slaps. "You told me you loved me."
"I told you what you wanted to hear."
"So what now?" My voice cracks. "We're just—what, done? What about Wendy? You're just going to pretend we don'
