Weakly, I opened my mouth. “Get out. I don’t want to see you. You make me sick.”
Aiden’s body stiffened. He raised his unshaven face, his voice hoarse as he said, “Lily, don’t get so worked up. It’s not what you think.”
I reached for the thermos on the table and hurled it at him.
He didn’t dodge. It hit his jaw with a dull thud before falling to the floor. Aiden closed his eyes for a moment, then bent down to pick it up and place it back on the table.
With a deep sigh, he said, “You can hit me, curse me, and do whatever you want. At this point, I’m not going to defend myself. I just want to say one thing. Skyla and I never crossed the line.”
I stared at him, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. “So what? Am I supposed to applaud you two for your noble morals? Thank you for not going all the way?”
Aiden looked at me, his expression full of sorrow. “Do you have to say it like that?”
Under the blanket, my trembling hand pressed tightly against the mattress. “You think my words are disgusting? Are they as disgusting as what you two did? Just thinking about the things you wrote to each other makes me want to vomit!
“Don’t act like a tragic pair of star-crossed lovers! What a load of crap! Your so-called “platonic love” is just cheating in disguise!”
In the past, whenever I watched TV shows or read novels where the female lead caught her husband cheating and flew into a hysterical rage, screaming and crying as if they had completely lost it, I always felt indifferent.
I thought those women were too emotional and undignified.
I used to think, “He’s just a man. If he’s done you dirty, just ditch him.”
But now that I experienced it, I realized there was no controlling it. I was drowning in rage and betrayal. My chest felt like it was going to explode.
I wanted to throw every vile, hateful word I could think of at them.
I wanted nothing more than to destroy him.
I wanted to drag him and that woman to hell with me.
