I sat in the car, my hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Cross and the woman—what did it all mean? Why did it hurt so much? I’d convinced myself I was past him, that his betrayal was behind me. But seeing him with someone else stung in a way I hadn’t anticipated.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus. I wasn’t here for him. I was here for Vincent. That was what mattered.
I made myself step out of the car, my feet moving automatically as I walked toward the front door. I passed them, trying not to let my gaze linger on the sight of Cross holding the woman.
I didn’t acknowledge them, not a glance, not a word. My heart was racing, my hands cold, but I kept walking, my body stiff with tension.
When I entered the house, the s
