20
VALENTINA
“Valentina,” Brantley said. He took a step toward me, but I held up my hand to stop him.
“Not right now,” I whispered. It was the only thing I could force past my lips.
Dawson walked away, whistling like he hadn’t just blown up my f*****g world. I was a bet? Someone he only slept with to be a d**k to Brantley. And then he married me and had kids with me and cheated on me until I caught him.
God, I was such a fool.
I stumbled away, knowing I needed to get to my car before I fell apart. I couldn’t let him see that. Let him enjoy that.
The son-of-a-b***h knew I was there. He knew I could hear him. He knew what his words would do to me. He did it on purpose.
Fucking asshole.
“Hey, Valentina!” another voice called out.
I drew a breath and pasted on a smile before I saw Go
