Lysa's POV
I stared at Jason, torn between indignation and disbelief. The sheer audacity of him—him—questioning whether I was planning to cheat was almost laughable.
He was the scumbag. The one with a history of cheating, of treating girlfriends like they were disposable. And now he had the nerve to sit here in his car, gripping my phone, demanding to know if I was keeping Justin as a backup option?
"You're unbelievable," I said quietly.
His gaze sharpened. "Answer me."
Looking at his face—at the genuine hurt and anger in his eyes—I realized that getting defensive would only make things worse. If I wanted to keep him invested in this relationship long enough to execute the plan, I needed to de-escalate. To reassure him.
Even if part of me wanted to throw his accusations
