Cara’s POV
I peeled off my scrubs, tossed them into the laundry basket, and grabbed my towel from the back of the chair. My body felt heavy with exhaustion, but my mind was sprinting around. The whole scene outside Jason’s frontdoor replayed over and over again like a bad TV drama.
Who did that woman think she was? Showing up uninvited, calling me names, and acting like Jason belonged to her? And Jason… what was with the “she’s my w***e” comment? I mean, sure, he was defending me, but couldn’t he have done it without making me sound like… that?
I let out a deep sigh as I stepped into the bathroom. The warm spray of the shower hit my skin, and for a moment, I allowed myself to relax, closing my eyes and letting the tension of the day wash away. But my brain didn’t get the memo.
Jason ha
