Page 26 of The Wrong Side Of Us

“Let me go,” I said, my voice breaking.

“Evelyn, what is going on with you?”

“What is going on with you? Lying to me, making me feel like an idiot?” I said, my tears spilling over. Nathan furrowed his brows, his gray orbs pained at the sight of me crying.

He let me go.

“Where were you?”

“I was with a client, I—”

“Don’t lie. I know you weren’t there,” I yelled. Nathan swallowed.

Guilt.

That’s all I saw.

“Evie, I—”

“Unless you’re telling me the truth, don’t say anything to me,” I sobbed, turning around, determined to avoid any further confrontation.

Nathan had a different idea.

“Where do you think I was?” he questioned, his tone accusatory. Disappointed.

I tensed, not daring to take a step further.

“Answer me. What the fuck do you think I was doing?”

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to answer his own question. Why should I repeat what I already knew? Wouldn’t have that just been more painful for me? Why would he want to hurt me that way on top of everything I already knew?

“Jessica.”

Once again, he pressed his lips together. He seemed honestly confused, hurt even.

“Yes. I was with her.”

“Where?” I asked.

“At a cafe,” he replied.

“Are you sure?”

Scoffing, Nathan shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re pulling this shit,” he muttered.

“I can’t believe you.”

“Do you even want me here?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.

Yes.

No.

“Do what you want, Nathan. You always do anyways.”

Without expecting a reply, I walked to my room, lying down on the bed and trying to ignore a second bout of nausea. Everything was taking a toll on my body, and I was just so, so tired of everything. I wanted it all to go away.

I was so weak.

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