Jack stood still looking at me like he was lost. “I know about the bet, Jack,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. Tears rolled down my eyes and I couldn’t find the words to say even though I had a lot to say.
His eyes flickered with something—surprise? Guilt?—before he quickly masked it, trying to give me his usual confident smile. But it wasn’t the smile I had fallen for. It was an act, just like everything else had been.
“Stella,” he began, his voice low, almost soothing. But I could hear the unease beneath it, the way his words didn’t quite match the calm expression he wore. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me!” My voice cracked, and I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, hot and stinging. “I overheard Marcus, Jack. I heard you talking. About
