Page 79 of Lie for a Lie

Rage like I have never felt before floods every bit of my senses. I knew she was sleeping with someone, but I hoped it wasn’t Seth, for Paige’s sake. If anything, I figured she had someone in Arizona.

Why the hell was she doing this now?

I run my hands through my hair, completely lost for what to think or feel. I am so relieved in some ways, but I am so mad she didn’t say anything.

“Please say something.”

I scoff a laugh, and she almost looks hurt, but it’s enough to send me over.

“Take off that fucking ring. We are done.” I don’t bother hiding my disgust. “You can move out.”

Katherine’s big blue eyes look almost relieved, but I really don’t give two shits.

“Fine,” she says, almost sounding offended.

I shake my head.

“I am heading to my dad’s after work. I’m serious, Kat. We’re done, and I want you gone when I get home tomorrow.”

She lets out a small laugh before playing with her hand and wiggling the princess cut ring on her finger. I linger on her for a moment and can’t help but feel a little broken for how different we both seem now.

“We are finally doing this then?”

“Yes. Good luck, Kat. I hope you find someone to make you happy.”

I know many of her problems relate to how she sees herself. I have never seen someone self-sabotage like she does. I reach for my work bag and head for my truck.

I try not to linger on anything too long as I back out of my spot, and my bluetooth begins to ring throughout the cabin. I look down, seeing it’s the hospital.

Pull it together, Beckett.

“Dad, you home?” I yell when I walk into Clint’s house a little after nine at night, still in my hospital scrubs.

“Be right out!” Clint yells from his bedroom, and I suddenly feel panicked by his tone.

I had an emergency procedure after some labs came back for one of my patients. As much as I love the distraction of the O.R., it leaves too much time locked in my thoughts.

I take a second to try to calm my nerves, but when I look around, I see a purse on the coffee table and two empty wine glasses.

Shit.

“Hey, Graham, give me just a minute,” Clint says when he appears in the room, and it’s painfully obvious I’ve interrupted something. Right on cue, a pretty redhead walks down the hallway and smiles before she reaches her hand out and introduces herself.

“Lilly.”

“Graham. Sorry to interrupt, but I needed to talk to my dad.”

I don’t bother to hide the emotional rollercoaster I am on.

Lilly studies me momentarily before nodding and kissing Clint on the cheek.

“I’ll call you later, babe,” Clint says as he grabs her bag and walks her toward the front door.

I walk straight to the kitchen and grab a glass of whiskey. When I finish my first glass, Clint walks into the kitchen, pulling a barstool to the large overhang counter.

“What happened?” he asks, not bothering to hide his concern.

I take a second shot of whiskey.

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