Gina
I didn’t remember much about the drive home. My hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles ached, but the rest of me felt numb.
Zane.
Zander.
Whoever he was.
I wanted to scream, to cry, to laugh at the sheer insanity of it. Out of all the men I could’ve fallen for, of course it had to be the one who was secretly my boss. The one who’d been lying since day one.
By the time I pulled into my apartment lot, the adrenaline had burned itself out, leaving me hollow and exhausted. My phone buzzed, and for a moment, I thought—hoped—it was him. But when I glanced at the screen, it was Sara.
Sara: Wine night? You sound like you need one.
She didn’t know how right she was.
I typed back quickly. Yes. Please. Come over.
⸻
When Sara showed up half an hour later, I’
