He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 76

She folded her knees under herself. “I was driving back after dropping Em at her friend’s. I saw you stumbling on the sidewalk, and you fell. I helped you up and got you into my car. You thanked me for coming to get you.” She gave a little laugh. “You told me how much you missed me. So I brought you here. Then we made love, and you kept repeating how much you loved me and missed me.”

My clothes were on the floor.

I snatched them up and started pulling them on, fast.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Where are you going?”

“Out.” I shoved my arm through a sleeve. “I don’t remember last night. If I said I loved you, I thought you were Scar. I’d seen her yesterday and she was in my head all day.”

Her expression snapped.

“That bitch,” she hissed. “Her and her friends humiliated me Friday night at the grocery store. They said disgusting things.”

“You probably provoked it,” I said.

Her eyes went wide, wounded. “How can you say that? All I’ve ever done is love you.”

“No.” I finished dressing, hands shaking. “You wrecked my marriage. You used what was going on with you to trap me, and I was stupid enough to fall into it. I’m not innocent either, but I’m trying to fix what I broke. I’m getting better.”

She opened her mouth, but I didn’t stop.

“You shouldn’t have taken advantage of me when I was drunk. I could report you.”

“Report me to the police?” she snapped. “You wanted me. You couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

“I wasn’t in my right mind,” I shot back. “I didn’t know where I was or who I was with. I thought you were Scar–obviously.”

She made a sharp, frustrated sound. “Stop saying her name! She doesn’t want you. She told me that at the store.”

I went still.

That wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. What Scar and I had didn’t just evaporate in a couple months.

I headed for the door.

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Behind me, Sloane called out, voice sing–song, “I’ll let you know if this time finally gives us a baby Bren. I’ve got a really good feeling.”

Rage burned up my throat.

I slammed my way out of her room and out of her house and ordered an U–er with shaking hands.

My head wouldn’t settle. My body didn’t feel like it had had sex–unless she really had cleaned me after I passed out.

I was sick with myself.

I had to stop drinking. Every time I ended up with Sloane, alcohol had been involved–every single time

-except that first disaster when I’d kissed her against her door and Scar had seen it.

If Sloane had never moved in next door, my life would have stayed perfect.

Why did this keep happening?

The U–er dropped me at my mother’s house. I went straight inside and into the kitchen.

My mom was already there, sitting at the island with coffee in her hands.

“Mama,” I said.

“Don’t ‘mama‘ me, Brennan.” Her voice was low and lethal. “What you did last night was disgusting. I cannot believe you.”

My stomach clenched.

She knew about Sloane? How?

“How did you find out?” I asked.

Her eyes narrowed. “How did I find out? You did it in my house.”

“What?”

“You seriously don’t remember?”

“Remember what, mama?” My mouth felt dry.

“What do you think I’m talking about?” she demanded.

I looked away, guilt flashing hot across my face.

“Brennan!”

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“I woke up in Sloane’s bed,” I blurted. “Naked.”

“Oh my fucking God,” my mother breathed.

“Mother-”

She hurled the mug.

It came straight for my head. I ducked, and it exploded against the wall behind me, coffee splattering

everywhere.

“Let me make sure I understand you,” she yelled. “You sexually assault Scar in my home and then go find that homewrecker and fuck her?”

My chest tightened. “I did what?”

you

Her face twisted with fury. “You don’t remember dragging Scar into your room? Pawing at her? Trying

to force a kiss? She had to protect herself from you.”

“That’s not–no.” I shook my head hard. “We were making out.”

She stared at me like I was filth. “Were you. Do your balls hurt?”

I instinctively cupped myself and hissed.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“Good,” she said, voice shaking. “Because she grabbed them and twisted and squeezed until you got

off her.”

“No,” I said again, but it sounded weak.

“Yes. And that girl–after everything you’ve already put her through–left this house broken. You shattered her again.”

My eyes burned. Tears pushed up before I could stop them.

I had to find her. I had to apologize.

“Where are you going?” my mother called as I bolted out of the kitchen.

“I have to find Scar.”

“She’s gone,” my mother said. “She flew out this morning. Back home.”

Back to Florida. Already.

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I pivoted and ran for my room, yanked a bag out, and started throwing things into it. The check from my house sale was there; I grabbed it, took a picture, and deposited it to my account. It would take a couple days to clear, but I had enough saved to survive until it did.

I strode out with the bag.

My mother met me in the hall. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get my wife back.”

“Brennan, no.” She sounded almost afraid now. “She’s happy. Leave her alone.”

“No,” I said. “She’s changing. She’s turning into someone she was never meant to be.”

I heard the sharp intake of her breath as the next words came out of me.

“My wife is not a whore.”

My mother gasped.

I didn’t stop. I walked out, got into my car, and tore down the street.

Hollywood, Florida.

I was coming, and I was bringing Scar back where she belonged.

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