NATE
I stared at my screen for the umpteenth time, as a sharp hiss escaped my lips.
After the call I received last night, I've been up in front of my laptop, trying not to jump into conclusions.
Or maybe the conclusion was here already, and glaring, but I… was still living in painted denial.
So she knew all along, and agreed to it, to fool me, and still play the victim card?.
“This is insane.” I dipped my fingers in my hair roughly, “I'm definitely getting to the root of this, and if I find out that they genuinely tried to mess with me, then I definitely wouldn't take it lightly.
Just a snap of my finger, and everything their family has built over the years will come crashing down.
Betrayal is something I'm already used to, but it's also something I genuinely do not forgive.
My gaz
