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KANE

T hat cheating fucking bitch.

She’s dating some prick like nothing has happened. After everything I’ve done, she’s still able to move on with her life.

I haven’t seen anyone around her, and she doesn’t have any messages on her phone. Her emails reveal nothing. Unless she’s communicating with the fucker through a portal, there should be something to prove he exists. Or she really is crazy and she’s imagining the fucker.

But the idea that it’s a lie doesn’t abate my rage. It makes it more tumultuous, and I want to fucking choke her for putting the thought in my head.

That’s why I’m pacing in her bedroom—her empty fucking bedroom.

It’s dark, and I stand at her window to see who Delilah’s Venus flytrap of a cunt has caught now.

She told the doctor that it was someone from her past. Her time in Miami was supposed to be a break from Asher’s shit.

She fucking promised me that she didn’t touch anyone else.

It’s my fault for believing her—believing that someone who was cheating on my brother with me wouldn’t do that same fucking thing to me.

I hate that prick, the old me. The one who fell for her lies and convinced me that I was different. That she wasn’t cheating on me, but she was trying to escape Asher. He was a dick to her, controlling and conceited, but they were fairly matched. I was the one out of my depth.

Lights flash as a car pulls up outside her building.

The slimy fucker gets out and opens her door, but he doesn’t fuck off.

I can see his hand on her back, their heads together while they fucking laugh and talk like there’s a reality where Delilah is allowed a normal life, or any life with anyone other than me. I’m going to fucking throttle her.