Page 116 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“Harper is my ex-girlfriend. You’re my wife. Understand the difference. Why are you so stuck on her? She’s history.”

“I’m not a fucking idiot, Jackson.”

“I never said you were.”

“I saw her texts. All of them. The sexting. Where she is talking about her orgasms while running with you and how she wants you to put your face between her legs until she screams. The best one is when she talks about how you will fuck her until she can’t feel her legs and she attached a nice shot of her crotch while wearing no underwear.”

“You looked at my phone.”

“I did. And I noticed that you read all of her texts but you haven’t bothered to read a single one of mine.”

His expression didn’t change.

I crossed my arms. “You’re a fucking liar.”

“How am I the liar?”

“You just told me that she's history. Doesn’t seem that way to me.”

“Did I text her back?”

“No.”

“I’m not involved with her.”

“Why is she sexting you? You’re married.”

“I’ve made that abundantly clear to her.”

“She needs to leave you alone.”

“Emily, she's just trying to raise shit, and it’s working.”

“I hate her!” I yelled.

He walked towards me and then he crouched in front of me. He looked up at me with his beautiful green eyes. He took my hands in his. “I’m so sorry.”

My lips started to tremble. “I thought if I loved you, it would be enough.”

“It's enough.”

I shook my head. “It’s not.”

“Don’t give up on me.”

I look down into his green eyes. He was so serious. My aching heart slowly started to beat again. I wanted to fling myself into his arms. Why did this man have such a strong hold on me?

“Harper wants you back.”

“Let me handle her.”

“She said that she goes running with you.”

He shook his head. “I don’t. She just likes to show up on my runs.”

“And you let her?”

“I didn’t say that.”

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