"Broken up? Emma, don’t forget we haven’t officially broken off our engagement! Who were you with last night? Was it that Chase?"
His voice grew louder, the suspicion in it thickening.
I scoffed, the bitterness in my laugh sharp. "Jason, your imagination’s running wild. Even if I was with someone, it’s none of your business."
"Emma, you better tell me the truth! If you’re messing around behind my back, I swear I won’t let you off!" His voice cracked with anger, his words frantic.
I couldn’t take it.
I didn’t want to hear it anymore.
I hung up the phone, my hand shaking as I pressed the button.
...
After saying goodbye to Chase and stumbling back home, I immediately noticed something was wrong.
A pair of high heels—someone else’s—were carelessly discarded at the door. A single stocking was thrown across the sofa, and the air was thick with the scent of perfume.
I didn’t recognize it.
A cold, sinking feeling washed over me, like something in the pit of my stomach had just dropped.
From the bathroom, I could hear the sound of rushing water—and a woman’s laughter, light and flirtatious, echoing through the apartment.