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When I open the text, it’s from Tianna’s number. I quickly open it and see there’s a video. That’s weird. She’s never sent me avideo before. I click on the video, and it starts to play. That’s when I see it. It’s her … and him. It’s Brad having sex with her. She’s moaning and calling his name. My stomach churns as I stare at her face. The fucking smile on her face as the man fucks her senseless. Why the hell did she send this to me? What the hell is she trying to do, make me lose my fucking mind?

I want to pull my eyes away from the screen but I don’t. I sit here like a goddamn fool staring at the side of her head until she turns her face to look at the camera. It’s then I see her eyes open, and almost as if she wants me to see exactly what it is she’s doing. Anger surges inside of me as I hold the phone tightly in my hand, so tightly I’m afraid I might break it.

I take a deep breath to steady the anger I feel creeping up inside me. How could she do this? What the hell is she trying to prove with this shit? That she’s over me? That she’s done with me?

Point fucking taken. And you know what? I decide in this fucking moment if she wants to play games, I can play them too. In fact, I will be at her fucking wedding. I will show up and watch her marry that son of a bitch and ruin her own goddamn life. I will be front and fucking center.

Chapter 8

Tianna

Unease about everything sits heavily in my stomach. The idea of marrying Brad isn’t sitting well with me anymore. The fact he lied to me is weighing heavily on my mind. If he can lie about that, what else has he lied about?

I sigh as I shake my head to myself. It’s for her. It’s all for her. I have to remember that fact, or I’ll lose my damn mind. I have to have faith that one day she’ll be with me, back where she belongs.

I look at myself in the mirror, and I don’t even know who I am anymore. I used to be this smart, loving person and now all I feel is regret and remorse. I feel anger and pain. How did my life turn out like this? Why isn’t there something more I can do about it?

I grab my phone off the counter and pull up my messages when I see one already sent to Remy. I didn’t send this. I click on it and see it’s a video of me and Brad having sex. I gasp as I watch the scene unfold in front of me. He did this? How could Brad do this? Why? How did he even know about Remy? I have to talk to Remy. I have to explain.

I slide the phone into my pocket and rush out of the bathroom and down the stairs, only to run into Brad.

“Where are you going?” he asks, his eyes dark.

“I was just going to check on the flowers. I heard there was an issue,” I lie to him.

“In a hurry over flowers?” he asks. I swallow hard as I nod my head hoping like hell he believes my lie.

“Yes. The wedding is so close we can’t have anything go wrong. And flowers are a huge part of the decoration,” I remind him. Brad nods his head and reaches up, cupping my cheek in his hand. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip as he smiles at me.

“I’m glad to see you’re in a better mood, Tianna. This is how I always want you to look,” he tells me.

“What do I look like?” I ask, forcing a smile.

“Happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

“I am happy. You make me happy,” I tell him, even though that lie burns. He chuckles, knowing that’s a lie, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“Go check on the flowers. I have a few things I need to finish up for work,” he tells me. I almost let out a sigh of relief but I know better. He leans down and presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly before pulling away and walking off.

I grab my purse and hurry out the door to the car, climbing in and taking off. I don’t even remember that video. When did Brad record it? Why did he record it? What do I do now he knows about Remy?

There are too many thoughts in my head right now. I can’t sort them all out. Too many questions.

I drive like a crazy person until I get to the clubhouse and pull into the parking lot. I quickly climb out of the car and look around to see if I see Remy’s bike. I don’t see it, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t here.

I rush to the door and fling it open, walking inside and glancing around. Locke is sitting at the bar, and his eyes catch on mine.

“He ain’t here,” he states from across the room.

“When will he be back?”

“Don’t know. Why don’t you do you both a favor and stay away from him, Tianna.” Locke stands from his stool and saunters toward me, coming to a stop right in front of me.

“It’s not that easy,” I tell him. He nods his head.

“It is, though. You’re gettin’ married, and you’re just stringin’ him along. You don’t see the pain in that man from losin’ you to him.”

“Locke, I know you don’t understand this, and I don’t expect you to, but I can’t. There are things, things no one knows,” I tell him when I hear Remy speak.

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