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62: Broken Home

JENNA

I’ve always heard a phantom slap was worse than a real one. And a reality check slap is also worse than a slap you’ll receive for literally, any other reason.

The two formers were what it had felt like when I heard the name on the phone. When Liz, Jason’s fiancé, asked if he was close because she had been calling him but she couldn’t reach him.

Home wrecker.

The word kept repeating itself in my head. Getting louder and louder, until I felt like my brain was going to explode.

The other woman. I hated that word.

I’d told myself I wasn’t going to stay in the pack and become that. Only for me to leave and become that either way.

My hands shook as I brought it up to my lips. I bit on it too hard and it drew blood.

The pain barely registered in my head. I was too busy trying to stop myself from sinking underwater. The oxygen in my lungs was already starting to run and the water bank seems like it is forever away from me.

On shaky legs, I turned and walked out of the room. Not
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