Maddison's POV
"Because he's not the man you think he is!" Tyler yelled, his own voice shaking. "He's a player, Maddy, he's played this game the whole time!"
"Get him out of my sight," she spat, her tone cold, the words to the guards. This was a mistake. He was running his mouth, a trapped man talking nonsense.
The guards began to drag him off, his worn leather shoes creaking on the floor.
"No! No, listen to me!" he yelled, his head jerking back and forth. "It was Brooke! It was always Brooke!"
Maddison paused again. The name was a hook. She hated that she was reacting to the name in any way at all, but she was.
"You're blaming her now?" There was a low, hateful laughter. It was an awful…AWFUL sound.
"After all that? You're going to stand there, having slept with her? cheating on me
