Page 57 of Loving Bad
"Everything."
I swore I felt my heart crack. I could feel myself being crushed by the pressure of the realization that he knew everything that I'd been trying so hard to hide. I pressed my hands to my mouth to suppress my horror. He ran a hand through his hair. How had he found out? He'd said Connor hadn't told him.
"I'm sorry," he repeated as he tried to take a step closer, but I maneuvered out of his reach.
"Stay away from me," I instructed as I tried to hold myself together. The new life I'd been trying to build was slipping from my grasp. Sorry wasn't good enough. It didn't erase the information from his mind and take us back to the place where he didn't know about the horrors of my past. There was no going back.
"Get out," I said firmly, my voice thick with the emotion of my hurt that he'd gone behind my back to find out about my past even though I'd made it clear it I didn't want him to know about it.
"Don't do this, Tay," he said, reaching for me.
"I didn't want you to know," I said, my voice beginning to rise in anger that he'd ruined everything. "But that didn't stop you."
I closed my eyes for a moment to ride the wave of betrayal that hit me.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. It was a word that meant nothing to me.
"Get out!" I shouted at him. My eyes holding his started to blur as the tears began to stream down my cheeks. A gut-wrenching heartache ripped through me at the realization that whatever we had, even if it had meant more to me than him, was damaged. Possibly beyond repair.
The door to my bedroom crashed open as Matthew filled the doorway. It took him only seconds to take in the emotion on my face and the tears.
"What happened?" Matthew asked me as he stepped into the room and between us, like he was protecting me.
"This has nothing to do with you," Sin said in a determined voice as he took a menacing step toward Matthew, but Matthew didn't look intimidated and held his ground.
"If it has anything to do with Taylor, then it has something to do with me," he stated firmly as he crossed his arms.
"Just go," I said to Sin with my gaze fixed on the floor. I couldn't look at him in case seeing him made me waver. He'd done something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to forgive him for.
"Tay, just let me explain," he pleaded as he tried to step forward and Matthew blocked his advance.
"There is nothing you can say," I said, shaking my head. Matthew turned to face Sin with a hand to his chest.
"You need to leave," he instructed fiercely.
Sin glared at him for a moment before his eyes moved to mine. His eyes softened for a moment.
"I don't want to upset you more, so I'll leave," he told me.
I clasped my trembling hands together as I felt a pain in my chest where I was pretty sure my heart was breaking.
"But this isn't over," he promised me softly.
With one last glare at Matthew, he left the room. A few moments later I heard the front door slam closed.
"What happened?" Matthew asked as he stood in front of me, scanning my features. I brushed the tears from my face as I tried to pull myself together.
"I don't want to talk about it," I said as I tried to push down the emotions overwhelming me from the inside. He studied me for a moment with concern and then he released my arms.
"He will be back," he told me in a serious tone.
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