I Was The Wrong Girl In His Bed For Three Years Chapter 11

I Was The Wrong Girl In His Bed For Three Years Chapter 11

The comments appeared.

[Has she lost her mind?? She stole Sloane’s man and now she’s calling Sloane the other woman?]

[The audacity!! I’m SCREAMING I’m so mad rn!!!]

[But she’s not wrong tho. They’re still legally married. Is it really okay for Sloane to be accepting gifts from someone else’s husband?]

[I’m actually siding with her on this one. Sloane knows he’s married and she still took a necklace

like that? That’s exhibit A in a divorce court.]

[If you’re switching sides, you can leave!! Graham and Sloane are obviously the real couple here!]

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I couldn’t care less.

I turned and walked out. My heels clicked against the floor with every step.

The second I stepped outside, my facade crumbled.

I knew the truth better than anyone.

Everything I’d just said was me clinging to the last scrap of my dignity.

Graham gave that necklace to another woman. Not to me, his wife.

He didn’t love me.

That was the part I couldn’t get past.

It had started to rain.

I didn’t call a cab. I just walked.

The rain soaked through my hair.

My dress was plastered to my skin.

I was shaking.

The rain mixed with my tears, and for once I didn’t have to hide them.

Everything was cold. Everything hurt.

Wesley was waiting outside the Lakecrest when I got back.

He had the lunch bag with him, cleaned and ready to return.

One look at me and his face fell.

“Maren?”

“What happened? You’re completely soaked.”

I couldn’t look at him.

“I’m fine.”

Wesley searched my face.

“Have you been crying?”

The gentleness in his voice shattered my last defense.

I pressed my forehead against his shoulder and fell apart.

He panicked. His arms came around me, clumsy and unsure.

“Who did this to you?”

“Don’t cry, okay?”

“I’ll stay with you tonight. Okay? I’m not leaving you alone like this.”