Page 67 of The Chemistry of Us

The fucking bastard was doing the same.

I. Stopped. Breathing.

All I could see was my father as he fucked her from behind, gripping her hips as he slammed into her, both of them covered in sweat.

A woman…

A woman who wasn’t my mother.

Fuck, my mom.

That was when I lunged for him, shoving him up against the wall. “How could you do this to my mom?”

“Vaughan,” he roughly snapped, gripping my hands that were on his collared shirt.

“Answer me!” I demanded through clenched teeth.

“Let. Go. Now,” he ordered in a tone that I could never respect again.

I did, but not because I wanted to.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I roared, ready to go at him again.

He put his hand out in front of him, knowing what I was thinking. “It’s not what you think.”

“It’s not? I didn’t just walk in on you screwing another woman?”

It was only then I realized who she was.

It wasn’t just some woman or his secretary or a friend of the family…

It was much worse.

“I can’t believe this,”

I jerked back like he had hit me with a sledgehammer.

“I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t want to tell you like this. I never wanted you to find out this way.”

“What?”

He shook his head like he didn’t want to say it. “A few years ago. Oh God.” He looked up at the ceiling.

“Just say it!” I yelled at him, trying to keep my fists at my sides.

He looked deep into my eyes and spoke with conviction, “Your mother knows.”

I didn’t just stumble back. I fell. Almost falling to my ass from the impact of his words. “She knows about you two?”

I gestured back and forth between him and the last woman I ever expected to be in this situation. It made me physically sick to my stomach to be witnessing and experiencing what I was at that moment with them. I didn’t know who to keep my heated stare on the most.

Him…

Or Tru’s foster mom.

“Yes.” He nodded, desperately trying to reason with me.

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