Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
“What are you talking about, Whitney? We have a life together. We love each other.” His brown eyes narrow and I can’t remember them ever looking so cold. I don’t respond, trying to allow Parker to draw the conclusions without me having to explicitly say them but that’s not fair.
“I haven’t been fair to you, Parker.” The words are on the tip of my tongue when his face morphs into what I assume to be realization and he speaks them for me.
“Is there someone else?”
My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest as I prepare to speak the truth. I drop my head in shame as I gather the courage to begin the long story about my relationship with Jacob when I hear his soft yet dangerously sinister voice.
“Get out.”
My eyes look up to meet his and I furrow my brows. “Parker…”
His hands ball into a fist and his face hardens angrily. “I said get the fuck out of my house.”
“I want to explain—”
“Explain what? How you’ve been playing me for a fool this whole time? How long have you been fucking him behind my back?” He puts a hand up before I can speak. “You know what? I don’t want to fucking know. I can’t even believe you. Everyone was right, you really aren’t worth shit.”
My eyes widen at his cruel words and part of me wants to reply with something equally ugly but in this moment, he’s hurt. I’d hurt him, so maybe I was deserving of him hurling nasty insults at me. If this was the extent of it, maybe this was the trade off because I’m in the process of breaking his heart. I was leaving him for another man.
Maybe I really wasn’t shit.
“That’s fair,” I tell him and he narrows his gaze at me.
Fury blazes in his eyes and his lips form a snarl. “That’s fair? Are you fucking serious? Fair? So, you get to embarrass me and ride off into the sunset with whoever the fuck and you think what I just said is ‘fair?’ Fuck you, Whitney.”
“I feel like I owe you an expl—”
“No. I don’t want to hear shit from you.” He shakes his head. “All the pussy I turned down for you? All the shit you put me through after I made ONE mistake? I know you’re not leaving me for some guy you fucked once while you were drunk. So, that means that this has been going on for God knows how long.”