Page 93 of Love Puck

Gigi sat up and dropped her legs over the edge of the couch. “The whole freaking world just saw you two! What were you thinking? Doing that on a live video on social media?”

“Oh, my God.” I spun around and headed for my phone. Cash was already there.

“I swear I had it on video. Not on your socials,” he said as his fingers swiped and tapped and—“Oh, fuck.”

And then I knew.

Yeah.

I knew.

My world was over.

21

Jillian

As it turned out—Gigi was right.

Cash and I had been live on social media.

Either there’d been a glitch—or Cash had pressed the wrong thing—or the universe just freaking hated me.

It didn’t matter.

And I wasn’t going to lay blame anywhere.

Except where it belonged.

On me.

And my actions.

All of this was my fault.

And I’d have to find a way to fix it.

Gigi had kicked Cash out—after he deleted the video—of course. She told him to go back to his place and lie low for a while.

Then she grabbed my hands and asked me to sit down and talk to her. And honestly, I really wanted to do that. But my phone rang.

Gigi and I could see the caller notification running over the screen. She looked at me and gave my hands one last squeeze. “You better get that.”

I waited for her to leave before I answered my phone, “What?”

“What?” Stuart’s annoying voice hit me. “Are you seriously asking me—what?” he yelled so loud I held the phone away from my ear. “I just saw my fiancée fucking her ex-boyfriend. Live and in color on social media!”

I didn’t respond.

I mean—what kind of response would have been appropriate? Cash and I weren’t—doing the deed—but we were certainly on our way there. He was right.

“You can say goodbye to our relationship, Jillian. And my fucking money.”

I shook my head and responded, “I never wanted your money, Stuart. You know that.”

He laughed a loud, sadistic laugh on the other end. “Right,” he said sarcastically, “but you sure didn’t refuse it, did you? You’re a gold digger, Jillian. And everyone’s going to know it. Just like they’re going to find out about your dirty little secret.”

I gasped into the phone as my eyes widened. “No,” I breathed out, “you promised never to tell.”

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