Chapters (59)
- COVER
- About the Author
- DEDICATION
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- Acknowledgments
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
‘Bullshit,’ I screamed. ‘You’re a fucking liar, and you’re still pretending to be on my side! You had a key to my place. You took out a three-million-dollar life insurance policy on John. You told me John never cheated on you, but you knew the whole time, you even knew Claire was pregnant – you knew he spent the night with me! You lie, lie, lie, and then you cut people out of your life when they call you on it, when they try to tell you the truth. You made me think I was going crazy. You’ve been lying to me from the beginning.’
Vera’s expression faltered then, her lips pressing together, her eyes narrowing. ‘Did you?’ she asked weakly. ‘Did you really do it?’
‘Sleep with him? Of course not. We kissed – that was all – but it was still enough for you. Enough to blame me for everything. Enough to excuse it all.’
Her eyes widened, her face reddening. ‘You kissed John?’
‘Don’t pretend like you didn’t know,’ I said.
‘You acted like my friend, and you … you kissed my husband?’ Her face seethed with rage. ‘You whore.’
‘This is all an act,’ I said. ‘You knew. You –’
‘First night I leave you two alone,’ she said, her words coming fast, furious. ‘Seriously? You pretended like you needed a family, like we would be best friends, but you never cared about me, did you? You never cared about us.’ Her voice became shrill as she mocked me. ‘“Please don’t leave me, I don’t know what to do here without you, I’m so scared.” It was a lie, wasn’t it, just like she said? The minute you get the chance, you betray me. The minute you get a moment alone with him, you try to fuck my husband!’
It all happened so fast.
My breathing quickened and I felt hot all over, all the way up to my cheeks. Rage, rage for Vera, for John, for Davis, for Ellie, for everyone who had ever betrayed me, for my parents, for abandoning me when I needed them most. Leaving me raw and unarmed, ready to be taken advantage of by anyone and everyone. Rage. Rage that had to come out. She’d hurt me, just like they all had. And I always fucking took it.
‘You killed him!’ I rushed at her, lifting the bottle over my head. As I brought it down, I caught the explosion of fear in her eyes, just before it connected with her cheek. She stumbled, reeling, her arms reaching out for something to hold on to, but she couldn’t catch her balance – she fell to the floor, shrieking as her face hit the tile.