Page 112 of It's Always Been You

“That’s correct. Obviously, you lied.”

“Oh, no . . . no . . . no . . .” Caitlin said furiously. Walking those few steps to squarely plant herself into Travis’s space, she stood on tiptoes and snarled at him, “You don’t get to accuse me of things I don’t remember. That’s a low blow, and you know it.”

“Convenient, don’t you think?” Travis sneered. “All you have to say is you don’t remember, andpoof, all your sins are gone. Forgotten.”

“It’s not a convenience!” Caitlin yelled. “Do you know how horrifying it is that the sum of my memories is three years of my life?”

Travis’s jaw worked convulsively as he continued to shove things into his overnight bag.

“So what? Now you’re moving out?” Caitlin said. “Let me do us all a favor. Why don’t I move out?” She stalked into the closet and pulled out her backpack. She should just leave with what she came in with.

“You’re not moving the fuck out!” Travis growled. He yanked the backpack from her and threw it back into the closet. “I’m not moving out. I just need to make a quick trip.”

“To where?”

“Caitlin—”

“To where, Travis?”

He stared at a spot on the floor as he spoke. “Virginia Beach. The man who took those pictures.”

“Have you ever heard about Photoshop, Travis?”

“I had them tested by a forensic lab this morning. They haven’t been tampered with.” His voice sounded defeated and when he looked up at her, so were his eyes.

“Why do you have to see him?”

“Porter said he had more—”

“I’m going to kick Porter in his balls when I see him,” Caitlin muttered. “Wait. Why do you have to see more?”

“I have to know, Cat.” His voice was hoarse.

Her heart squeezed tight. It was for the agony in his voice, the desolation. But also because what they’d shared this past few weeks wasn’t enough. She realized that now. She dreaded what he had to know. She asked anyway, “What more do you have to know?”

“If you cheated on me while we were married.”

Just like that, all the oxygen seemed to have been sucked out of the room, and her heart shattered into a million pieces. A wounded cry echoed in the room. It was hers. Her face must have crumpled in despair for panic flashed across Travis’s face as he moved to her and tried to gather her in his arms.

Fury and extreme hurt made her reject him.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” Caitlin screamed at him. “Don’t you dare!”

“Babe, I’ll love you no matter what,” Travis said raggedly. “I just need closure. I find out, I’ll deal with it. Then move forward. I promise.”

Caitlin emitted a short scornful laugh. “Don’t you see, Trav? There’s no moving forward. You’ll never get over Jase Locke. He’ll always come between us. I was just too stupid to see that.”

“That’s not true,” Travis stated resolutely. “I love you too much. Just give me this.”

“Travis, if I did cheat on you while we were married, are you really saying that you can get over it? Trust the person I am now, Travis. I will never do that to you.”

“You never told me you worked for the CIA either. We were married for two years, Cat. When did you think you were going to tell me?”

“I don’t know.” They said an injury to the brain like hers could change one’s personality. Was she a cheating, lying bitch before? Oh, God.

“I hate you,” Caitlin whispered.

“Cat, babe. No.” Travis’s voice sounded so broken. He took another step toward her, the sheer anguish on his face almost causing her to regret her words. Almost.

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