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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.”