Page 80 of From Angel to Rogue

My jaw clenched as I pinned her with a glare. “You either tell me or I’ll find a way to figure it out myself.”

She exhaled, her shoulders deflating as she made herself smaller. “Do you remember when we broke up?”

A pang sliced my heart. “I think I remember that day very well, Katy.”

She swallowed. “Two weeks before that, something happened. That’s why I was more unhinged than usual.” She let out an empty laugh.

Every single muscle in my body tensed.Something happened?

“What happened, Katy?” I gritted out through my teeth.

“I don’t know Lan.” Her voice broke. “That’s the thing, I don’t remember. But something bad happened. I was with the girls at the Fairmount for our usual Saturday nights, and I might’ve drunk too much or taken something, I don’t remember, but I woke up in a hotel room later that night.” Her lower lip trembled, and her eyes glimmered with unshed moisture. “I was in the same dress, but I had no clue how I ended up there. But someone was there Lan. With me.” She shivered, rubbing a hand along her arm. “Someone who sent me pictures.”

I could hear the roar of my pulse. “Pictures?”

She nodded, retrieving her phone from the pocket of her loose cardigan and fiddled with it before handing it to me.

Fury boiled my blood at the state of her in those pictures. “And you don’t remember a thing?”

“No.” She averted her gaze.

I let my rage shimmer as I sent those pictures to my phone. “I’ll look into it,” I muttered dryly. “I’ll finish painting the room. You better stay out here.”

I bounced to my feet, not meeting her eyes. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there.

“Lan,” she called out, her voice laced with fear and sadness.

I froze midway down the hallway—my back turned to her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “You know… You know I would never dosomethinglike that, Lan. I really don’t remember what happened that night. I love you, Lan so, so much, and the last thing I would do is… is be with someone like that.”

My jaw clenched.

“But you don’t know, Katy.” I eyed her over my shoulder. “You don’t know what happened that night.”

She stood desolate in the middle of the living room, a forlorn glint glittering in her eyes.

“You should’ve told me,” I steeled, curling my fist. “You should’ve told me instead of lying like you always do. I feel like I don’t really know you anymore, Katy.”

A sob escaped her lips at my words, and it hurt my chest, but her actions were killing me alive.

I knew in my heart that my Katy wouldn’t do anything like that, but just how much does she think I can take before I completely lose my mind?

Just the thought of someone taking advantage of her in such a vulnerable state made me want to fucking destroy everything in my sight.

I gave everything to this woman and never had a single ounce of regret, but lately, she was making me question every single decision in my fucking life.

I didn’t say another word as I dashed into Luka’s room for a much-needed distraction.

Three hours later, the walls of Luka’s room were sunny bright yellow, so unlike the dark pain swirling on my insides.

“Hey,” a soft voice mumbled.

My head snapped to see Katy leaning over the doorframe, holding a cloth to her nose.

“Hi,” I replied, feeling a whole lot calmer now that I had poured all my frustrations onto the walls. “When will the furniture be coming in?” I asked, opening the windows wider to let the fumes out.

“Day after.”

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