Addison
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror staring at my reflection, wondering how things had turned to s**t so fast.
“It’s your own fault,” I muttered accusingly to the devastated person looking back at me through tear-blurred eyes.
As much as the whole coordinated attack in Max’s office hurt, he was right. I had lied to him the day we met, and by not coming clean over the past month, I’d in effect lied to him every day since. But, damn him, he’d broken my heart today.
I could still picture the cold anger on his face as he told me to leave. Could still see the faint grin stretching Tiffany’s lips.
“What a bitch.”
There was no question I’d brought this on myself, but she’d made it a million times worse. And what made it even worse than that? The fact that I’d actually gone to Ma
