Her eyes burned as she looked up at me. “Was she worth it?”
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay calm. Because even though I knew what I had done was fucking wrong, there was a larger part of me that wanted to slap it back in her face and tell her she had done this to us.
“Does it matter?”
She didn’t answer me. She just turned around and walked away.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXFlorrie
I walked away like it didn’t matter to me at all, but inside, I was shattered. He had slept with another woman, and he hadn’t even been gone an hour. He literally walked out the door and fucked someone else, then came back to me. Well, not to me. He wasn’t coming to see me. He was slinking away, trying to hide everything from me.
I held it all in until I made it to the kitchen. My eyes filled with tears and my chest started to heave with a sob, but I made it to the basement door. I flung it open and made it down the stairs where I could sit alone in the dark. It seemed to be fitting for me to sit here alone.
Pain worse than losing Reid ripped through me. How could he do that to me? He was supposed to be mine. He swore that he was mine and he always would be, but then he left, without a thought, and fucked some random woman. I swiped at my face as a terrible thought crossed my mind. Had he been fucking this woman all along or had this just started? Suddenly, I needed to know.
I pushed myself up and ran upstairs. Alec was just stepping out of the shower when I shoved into his room. He had a towel slung around his hips and the water from his hair was dripping down his chest. The very same chest that I used to feel pressed against my back every night. The same chest that held a scar from when he was shot trying to save my life. But now all I could think about was if the woman he had just fucked had run her fingers over his skin.
“How many times?”
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Does it matter?”
“I need to know. Was it just this one time or has this been going on for a while?”
“Florrie-”
“Because if it’s been going on for longer, then this all makes sense. It would clear up why you weren’t willing to fight for Reid with me. It would make things perfectly fucking clear as to why when I needed you, you weren’t there for me.”
I stared at him, needing him to tell me the truth, but he just stared at the floor, his hands on his hips. My whole body started to shake, either from rage or from fear. I couldn’t tell which was the overwhelming emotion right now. I was too fucked up, but needed answers at the same time.
“Just tell me,” I shouted. “Just tell me if you were fucking her all along!”
“No, goddamnit!” He was in front of me in two steps, his hands gripping my arms and shaking me furiously. “I fucked her just this one time, but you can tell yourself that I fucked her longer if it’ll make you feel better. You can use that as your excuse as to why you think that I wasn’t there for you. But this is all on you, Florrie. I know I played my part, but you pushed me away. You told me every fucking day how much you hated me. You’re the one that ended us.”
He pushed away from me, pacing as he ran his hands through his hair. I stood there, not really sure what to say. Was he really blaming me because he went out and fucked another woman? Was I hearing this right?
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re putting this on me? Because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants?”
He stopped and stared at me, his hands balled in fists at his side. “Did you or did you not tell me that I didn’t fucking matter to you?”
My mouth dropped open and I shook my head. “I was pissed…I…”
“Yeah,” he scoffed, “name one fucking day that you haven’t been pissed at me. Name one day that you’ve something even remotely nice to say to me.” His face hardened and he shook his head slowly. “Name one fucking day that you didn’t tell me what a useless piece of shit I was.”
I had done that. I had said that and so much more. I was hurting and I took it out on him, because I didn’t have another outlet for my anger. And I was angry all the time. At first it was mixed with sadness and I felt that I could lean on him during my lowest moments, but then that anger took over and turned me into this crazed woman that said horrible things to hurt him. He had hurt me and I wanted him to feel ten times worse than I was.
He pulled out a bag and started stuffing clothes inside. “Where are you going? Are you going back to her?”
He huffed out a laugh. “No, I’m not going back to her. You wanted me out of your life, so I’m going.”
Typical man, he was running away from our problems. I couldn’t believe he was walking away. He was the one that had caused all this and now
