I wave her toward the food table as those same pot stickers start to churn inside my stomach. A zillion thoughts ping around in my brain, but before I can even start to puzzle them out, I’m approached by an influencer for a selfie. We pose, and I plaster a fake smile on my face because I can’t get the woman’s words out of my head.

Jackson Bennett.

Seven years.

Millions.

There’s no fucking way.

Harley, emotions wizard that she is, glides across the room, taking my elbow in her hand and dragging me to the back of the store. “You okay? You look like you might throw up.” She places a hand to my forehead.

I shake my head, knowing I can’t get into this now. “I’m fine. I think I just need some air.” I pull away from her, ducking out back into the freezing night. The air chills my lungs but does nothing to numb my racing thoughts. It couldn’t be possible. There’s no way my perfect boyfriend is a total fraud. But it would explain everything. The logistics—his money, his seclusion, his lack of friends. And more important, it’d explain how a man like him ended up with me. The whole thing was a lie. Is a lie.

The door opens behind me and I know who it is before he says a single word. And without making a conscious decision, I spin around to face him. “Are you Jackson Bennett?”

He stops three feet away from me, the color draining from his face. He’s caught off guard and doesn’t have time to hide his reaction, his wide eyes giving it all away.

“Give me my phone.” I hold out my hand, needing to search for the truth and see it myself.

He clears his throat, his voice low and rumbly with something like pain. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, Sadie.”

I cross my arms over my chest, because it really is fucking freezing and I didn’t bring my coat. “Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t lie. I haven’t been Jackson Bennett in a long time. Jack Thomas is who I am now.” He starts to remove his coat.

I hold up my hand to stop him. “I don’t want your jacket. I don’t want you to hide behind your chivalrous, meaningless gestures, Jack. I want you to tell me the fucking truth.”