Chapter 13

We were seated on his bed, and I nervously picked at the skin on my thumbs. I was waiting for him to say something, but he only stared at his hands.

There was no rush; I will wait.

He sighed and ran his trembling hand through his tousled hair. His gaze slowly shifted from his hands to meet mine. "It was about six months ago." He paused for a moment, swallowing hard, his lips twitching as if he were trying to hold back a torrent of emotions.

"Just like Liam said, we did go to Paris. I didn't want to go, but Bertha insisted that it would be an opportunity to fix our relationship after..." He trailed off and turned his head to the ground.

My hands twitched to touch him, but I stopped myself. "After she caught me cheating."

He couldn't look at me. He was ashamed.

"I really wanted to fix things with her, and so we went to Fredrick's Cafe, and then she... she slept with my brother. Right in front of me," he said, his voice cracking, "and now I just found out that she slept with Fredrick too