Page 40 of Chandelier Enthralled
I swallowed hard, that familiar ache burning in my chest.
“On you? The most amazing human on the planet.”
I reached for two mugs and brought them over to the coffee pot. “I think she was a blonde.”
“For fuck’s sake.” His voice shook with fury, unusual for him.
“Please don’t get involved, Cam.”
“Is he still living in your home?”
“Our home.”
“It’s your home.”
“Right, but he needs time to find another place.” I reached for his arm. “I’m handling this.”
“Why didn’t you kick him out?”
“He was…emotional.”
“I bet he was.” Cameron shook his head. “How did you discover him cheating?”
“There’s this woman he follows on social media. I checked her page. You know, I was just curious who he was following. She would be at the same location as him, at the same time. It happened repeatedly.”
“Leaving clues?”
“You think he wanted to get caught?”
“I thinkshewanted him to get caught.” Cameron poured coffee into two mugs. “Grab the half and half.”
I opened the fridge and grabbed the cream, pouring a splash into each mug. The dark drinks swirled and lightened, turning a soft, milky hue.
I wrapped my hands around the mug. “On his Insta, there’s a woman’s reflection in a photo of him. She took it. It was her.”
“Did you confront him with the evidence?”
I lowered my eyes. “Yes. We argued over it. It was awful. He denies the affair.”
“Take a snapshot of that photo. Not that you need it now.”
“I did.”
“It’s good you found out about it now before you invested years of your life to that man.”
“I know.” It still hurt like hell, and I wanted to just get the pain to stop or somehow find a way to not think of him so much. It was like my brain kept offering up happy memories, telling me that I’d never find someone like him ever again.
“It gets easier,” he said, reading my mind. Or perhaps my expression had told him everything he needed to know about how much I was hurting.
“Why do men do this?”
Cameron shrugged like the answer was obvious. “Their own insecurities lead them to need validation from external sources. They’re desperate to have that hole in themselves filled. It has nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with your worth. The right person would never risk losing you.”
My stomach grumbled; couldn’t recall the last time I’d eaten.
He pointed an accusatory finger at me. “Nurture yourself now. All focus on you.” Cameron reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his phone. He read the screen and frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
