Page 2 of The Heart You've Borrowed

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Today is our anniversary, seven years together. We started dating when we were sixteen and have been together ever since. I grab my purse off my desk and decide to drop by his office for lunch. I know I shouldn’t but I feel guilty about last night. Maybe he was right. I don’t need to see my friends and leave him at home alone. I should go apologize and bring him his favorite takeout. He hates when I stop by his office but maybe since it’s our anniversary he won’t mind.

I make my way out of the office and to the deli across the street and pick up his usual, I take an Uber to his office downtown. He has my location on his phone and I’m nervous he’s going to see me and tell me to turn around. I keep checking my phone to see if he texts me but so far nothing.

When we reach his office, I tip the driver and slide out of the car. I suck in a breath and fix my dress. You can do this Charlie, he’s your boyfriend. This is something girlfriends do for their boyfriends, stop overthinking it.

The elevator ride up to his office feels like it takes forever. My hands are sweaty and my anxiety is in overdrive. I don’t know why I feel so nervous about this, but my gut is telling me it’s a bad idea. I try to shake my nerves and put a fake smile on my face once I reach his floor.

The receptionist isn’t at her desk so I walk past and head to his office. I’ve only been here a few times for company parties but as long as things haven’t changed in the last few months, his office is the third one on the left. The door and blinds are shut but I take in a deep breath and turn the door handle. Nothing could have prepared me for what I would walk into. My mind is telling me to run but I can’t. I stand there frozen in place. At first, I thought I must have walked into the wrong office but no. My boyfriend of seven years, my jealous, controlling, insane boyfriend has his receptionist bent over his desk and is having sex with her. She notices me before Jett does. Her face is a mix of sex and horror.

“Charlie.” She whimpers.

“What?” Jett asks, confused until he follows her gaze. When his eyes land on me, he stills.

“Jett.” I hissed. He quickly pulls out and pulls his pants back up.

“Charlie, what the fuck are you doing here?” He snaps as if this is all my fault.

Chapter Two

Charlie

My mind is racing. What the actual crap is happening. How long has this been going on?

“Charlie.” He says my name again, calling my attention back to him.

“What the hell is going on!” I scream.

“Nothing, it was nothing.” He shakes his head.

“Nothing? I just walked in on you sleeping with someone else!” I throw the food across the room at him.

“It’s not what you think.” He tries to plead.

“Not what I think? Oh, please tell me what I think.” I fold my arms over my chest.

“It meant nothing, baby. I swear. It was a one-time thing.” He walks towards me.

“Bull crap.” I laughed.

“I mean it.” He reaches for me and I move away.

“Is that true?” I turn to his receptionist. She turns to look at Jett, clearly uncomfortable.

“Don’t look at him, look at me.” I snap.

“I uh. I. Well.” She stutters.

“Exactly.” I laugh.

“I swear to you it meant nothing.” He tries again.

“Stop the crap, Jett. We are done. This was the last straw.” I wave my arms around at them.

“We can work through this.”

“I deserve better Jett.” I grit out.

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