Page 23 of The Wrong Side Of Us

My chest tightened at the memories. It seemed some things would always hurt no matter how much time passed. To me she would always be my sister; we would always share the same blood even if our relationship was the worst. I didn’t hate her; I just hated our circumstances. Had my parents raised us, raised her a different way, our lives would be completely different.

But Hannah was who my mom raised her to be; my mom molded her to what she thought was a strong, powerful woman.

And now they were both in jail.

Oh, the irony.

Eventually they would learn.

When I arrived at Nathan’s apartment complex, I braced myself for whatever it was that I would find. I was nervous, but I didn’t think I could find anything out of the ordinary. If that were the case, he wouldn’t risk leaving his keys around wherever I could get to them.

Once I got to his floor, I took out the keys and breathed deeply before even trying to open the door.

I wasn’t mentally prepared to hear the shower running.

I wasn’t emotionally prepared to see a purse lying on the sofa or a woman’s blazer on the floor.

Or the two glasses of wine.

Or the carelessly discarded skirt.

Or to hear the repeated moans coming from the restroom.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered, covering my mouth with my hand. This could not be happening to me.

This could not be happening to us.

Maybe I deserved it; he had been married when we first started our relationship. This couldn’t be anything other than karma. I rushed out, stepping over to the elevator, hoping it could carry me anywhere, as long as it was away from this evil nightmare I was living in.

Chapter 10

Evelyn

Stupid girl.

Stupid, naive little girl.

I sobbed as the cab drove me to my condo. I needed to get there and pack Nathan’s…shit. There was no reason for him to stay with me when he had an apartment to himself, where there was no need for him to be hiding the numerous women he was probably with. My hands trembled, and I could hardly even seem to keep my sobs quiet enough to not freak the cab driver out; I was too hurt.

Lying bastard.

Expert actor.

I love you.

The thought of his hands roaming another woman’s body while he was supposed to be only with me made me nauseous. But part of me wouldn’t believe it. He said he’d be at the gallery…God, he’d said so many things.

He wouldn’t do that to me.

He loves me.

It was an eternal drive. God, it seemed like the twenty minutes had turned to endless, suffocating hours. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed, forget about the moments I’d spent with him.

When the cab finally pulled up to my building, I rushed upstairs with unsteady legs and trembling hands, needing to be alone.

It was quiet, clean.

As if no one had been there at all during the whole day.

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