Clarisse scrambled away from him, covering herself with the sheet while Nathan sat up. Shock and guilt were written all over his face.
“Laura, I—”
I cut him off. “Don’t,” I hissed, my voice trembling. “Just don’t.”
I wanted to scream, to throw something, to make them feel a fraction of the pain ripping through me. But I could only stand there with my heartbeat racing.
“How long?” I demanded. “How long have you been doing this behind my back?”
Neither answered. Clarisse looked down, pale, while Nathan just stared, his mouth opening and closing. There were no right words. Nothing they said would ever make this right.
“Laura, please, let me explain,” Nathan finally managed, but I couldn’t bear to hear more. I didn’t need his lies. The truth was right there, tangled in the sheets.
Without another word, I turned and walked out, slamming the door behind me. I needed to escape the stench of betrayal clinging to me like a second skin.
The cold night air hit me as I stumbled out, my vision blurring with tears. My hands shook so badly I could barely hold my car keys. Somehow, I managed to get into the driver’s seat.