Erika's POV
I’d traced the GPS on his phone and followed him to a club nearby. Dave finally came out of the building, a tall, beautiful brunette on his arm. I watched him get into the car and, according to the screen on my computer, he was driving them back to our place.
I waited for about 20 minutes before following them, knowing I wanted to catch him in the act. Call it sick, perverted, or even cruel, but I needed to see it. I needed to see that I hadn’t been the only user in this relationship. If nothing else, to at least alleviate some of my own guilty conscience.
I felt like s**t. Not only for doing this, despite me needing it, but because of everything that had built up to this. Everything I’d done, everything I did and said---
I’d been nothing but a big, fat fake!
I hated mysel
