It all hit me at once—the cold shoulder, the smug looks, Adam's distance. The way Jenny had turned everything inside out without blinking. I was still standing there, frozen just past the doorway, when the last piece clicked into place.
And then, just before I turned away, I saw it: a bra, red and expensive-looking, slung carelessly over the arm of the chair. The same kind I'd seen before. Not mine.
Of course. Of course she’d do this.
My chest burned. I didn’t cry, I didn’t move. I just pulled out my phone, found her name, and hit call.
From behind the bedroom door, a ringtone went off.
"Seriously?" Adam's voice, annoyed. "You’re gonna check that right now?"
Jenny’s reply was airy and amused. "It’s your mate. Want to answer it yourself?"
I could hear the smirk in her voice.
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