His eyes flash. “I am a man. Men cheat.”
The words hit me like another slap.
“Yes, I cheat,” he continues, like he’s explaining something simple, something obvious. “And that’s normal. Men are polygamous. Women aren’t. A wife is not allowed to cheat on her husband. You don’t get that privilege.”
I stare at him, my whole body shaking now, rage and pain crashing together so violently I can barely breathe.
“You’re not allowed to cheat or f**k my best friends, Riley,” he says, his voice hard, final. “Do you understand me?”
The room goes silent. Even the brothers stop moving.
I step closer to him slowly, every step heavy, my chest aching so badly it feels like it might collapse inward. My hands curl into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms, grounding me.
I look him straight in
