DAVE
The line went dead.
My chest tightened as I stared at my phone.
Text me the address.
That's all she'd said before hanging up.
Was she actually coming? Or was that just her way of ending the call?
A part of me wanted to believe she would show up. That she still cared enough-even after everything- to check on Aurora. To make sure the baby was okay.
But why would she?
I'd destroyed us. Cheated on her with her best friend. Humiliated her in the worst possible way. And now she'd moved on. She had found someone else.
Someone who was apparently willing to go to war for her.
The thought twisted something dark and ugly in my gut.
I was jealous.
God, I hated admitting it, but I was furiously, pathetically jealous.
Not just because she'd moved on-I didn't have the right to be mad a
