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First published July 22, 2016
But everything changed once he left for college. When Carter Harlow broke my heart, I did what I knew best. I ran.
Betrayed by everyone I thought were the ones looking out for me. What a crock of shit.
I need to feel safe again.
Easton Carrington. My lying, cheating, asshole of an ex-husband.
I’d been married for seven years, and now, I’m … free.
Once I knew my closest friends betrayed me, I made sure to leave inconspicuously.
After all this time that I’ve been away from her, it still hurts like hell knowing I’m the reason she’ll never come back into my life. Every single day, since I stupidly pushed her away and let her go, I’ve regretted it.
It’s not like I’ve been sitting at home for thirteen years pining over the one that got away. I’ve dated a few women, but none ever lasted.
Carter ripped my heart to pieces once, and I know I won’t be able to survive it a second time. Some things are just better left alone, and I believe this is the way it has to be.
It took me a long time to get over what happened the day Carter broke my heart. Actually, I never really got over it.
but my smile fades when I see Bethany walking behind Cason. I haven’t seen her since the night Cason and Caden brought me over to talk to Carter.
Carter places my wine in front of me, and I turn away from her angry gaze. I don’t know what I’ve done for her to dislike me so much, but on the other hand, I’m starting not to give a shit about her or what she thinks of me.
If Bethany doesn’t want to get to know me and learn the truth, then fuck her.
Every time Carter would try to talk to me or even look my way, Bethany would ask him something. Pretty much anything to take his attention away from me, she did. I don’t want to feel second best, but I do.
I’m confused by his look and I instantly think something’s wrong. He hasn’t moved out of the doorway fully, and before I can ask what’s wrong, I hear her voice. “Carter, come back to bed.” My stomach falls, and I swallow hard trying to get the lump that’s forming in my throat to go away before I ask, “Please tell me that’s not Bethany in there.”
I should’ve known something was going on between him and Bethany.
But I didn’t have to look very hard for him. I stood still as I watched him in the kitchen taking shots out of a girl’s cleavage. Afterward he pulled her by the waist, placing her under his arm, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss her. My mouth dropped shocked he would do this, and I was confused as to why he lied to me.
“Shel, I fucked up. I’ve been fucking up a lot, and I think … I think it would be best if we stopped seeing each other.”
I was alone, abandoned, heartbroken, and I never thought Carter would be the one to make me feel this way.
“You have five fucking seconds to explain what the hell that was.” I can’t feel bad for yelling at her. This is such bullshit. I never fucked Bethany. I never fucking touched her. I didn’t even know she was in the same bed as me until I woke up this morning. This whole fucked up situation is just bullshit.
“Because, Carter. I thought you’d finally see me as more than a friend.” “I’ll never see you that way, Bethany. It’s always been her, and that’ll never change.”
I didn’t see Bethany’s feelings for me. But what shocks me the most is the cruelty I’ve noticed in her since Shelby has returned
I can’t go another day knowing she thinks I fucked Bethany. I haven’t even talked to Bethany since she admitted her feelings.
“I pushed the door open, and my mouth fell open as I saw Easton fucking Mom. I was disgusted, and I had to cover my mouth to hold back the bile from spilling. All I could hear was her cries of pleasure and when she looked at me then smiled, I dashed back downstairs. I emptied my stomach in the sink, realizing this had to have been going on for a long time. It made sense to me as to why she moved there and quickly attached herself to Easton.”
Things would be absolutely perfect if not for the times he brings up Bethany. I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but it’s hard not to be.