Page 689 of Hell Hath No Fury
“He and I have been having sex for over a month.” I looked at my sister, tears in my eyes. “And I stupidly fell for him. Like really, really fell for him, Jade. I’m such a fool.”
Jade looked heartbroken for me. “Oh, God, Em.”
Her sympathy only made me angry. “No one makes a fool of me.” I glared back at the young couple. “I think we should stop by and say hi. It’s only polite.”
“Ember …”
But I was already pushing open the door to the restaurant. I wouldn’t make a scene. But I wanted him to know that I knew. A hostess stepped toward us but I shook my head at her distractedly, focused on the man I currently loathed.
As if he felt me, Foster turned his head in my direction.
His eyes rounded in surprise, and it was quickly replaced by a flash of something like panic. Then he was pretty much expressionless.
So good at masking his feelings. No wonder he’d duped me.
The blond and his parents turned to see what had caught his attention, and Madeline smiled at the sight of me and my sister. “Jade, Ember, how nice to see you.”
“You too, Mrs. Darwin, Mr. Darwin … Heather …” Jade cut off at that, apparently unable to say it was nice to see Foster.
“We were just passing by and saw you in here … thought we’d be neighborly.” I forced myself to look at Foster.
I saw the slight shudder in his breathing that betrayed his discomfort.
“Yeah,” Jade agreed, her fingers lacing with mine. “It was such weird timing, too, because I was just telling Ember about you and Heather, Foster.”
Heather grinned, curling her arm around Foster. “It’s nice to see you again, Jade. And nice to meet you, Ember.”
Not her fault, not her fault, not her fault.“It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Well, we better get going.” Jade tugged on my hand. She offered goodbyes to the Darwins and I followed her out, numb.
What a foolish woman I’d been.
“Are you okay?” My sister hadn’t let go of my hand.
“I don’t know.” I looked at her. “I used to think Luna had bad taste in men … but it’s clear she and I share that particular trait.”
“Were you exclusive?”
“No.” I stopped, shaking my head in anger. “No … but you tell someone you’re sleeping with that you’re sleeping with someone else too.”
“You’re right.”
“Ember!”
I winced at his voice.
“Ember …” He sounded out of breath, and I turned as Foster slowed from a run to a stop before us on the sidewalk. “This isn’t—”
“Have you been fucking her while you were fucking me?” I cut him off, my voice harsh.
Foster flinched back. “Of course not.”
“Then that’s all I need to know.” I turned to leave, and he grabbed my arm. I shook him off. “Don’t touch me.”
His expression darkened with frustration as he ran his hands through his hair. “You and I … we … and Heather is the daughter of a family friend … and …”
“And we were just screwing around,” I whispered, hating him because I hadn’t imagined his possessiveness or the way he acted like he wanted more than just sex.
