My mind buzzed, thoughts grinding to a halt. A hotel room—what did that mean? I wanted to believe he was just dropping her off. Standing at the door, I heard their muffled, heated sounds—moans, the wet press of lips. My last shred of hope vanished.
I didn't barge in. I was already humiliated enough. Stifling a sob, I stumbled out of the hotel, fleeing.
That night, I sat on my couch, staring out the window until dawn. My mind replayed what might've happened in that room, each thought a knife to my heart.
Nathaniel came home the next day, clothes wrinkled, some unknown stain on his shirt, reeking of Lila's perfume. My eyes, red from sleeplessness, met his. "You slept with Lila."
He paused, mid-yank on his tie, then spoke. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake. She drank something spiked, and the
