Page 105 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
I could go over there and start a fight, but...what’s the point? Bailey walked away from him. I didn’t hear what she said, but I know she didn’t cave.
And she won’t. Macy and Grayson don’t know shit about Bailey. She’s way too strong for a weak-ass idiot like Grayson. She left him behind and she’s never going back.
Which means Bailey hurt him more than I ever could.
“You here to start trouble?” A familiar voice has me straightening in surprise.
My ex Rina smiles when I look over to find her walking toward me. “Because if you are, I should warn you that the cops are gonna be here any second now.” She nods toward the neighbors’ house. “I heard the old guy next door say he called.”
“You’re back,” I say by way of answer.
Her smile widens as she leans against the car beside me. “Just for the weekend.” She glances over. “I would’ve let you know, but I didn’t really think you’d want to see me.”
I don’t argue.
She wets her lips and takes a deep breath, her gaze straight ahead on the revolting image of Grayson and Macy making out like their lives depend on it.
“Is it true what they’re saying?” She turns to face me, her eyes wide and her expression pained. “Did you, um—” She bites her lip. “Did you find out about me and Grayson?”
I nod.
“And that’s why you and Bailey...” Whatever she sees in my expression, she trails off and faces forward. “Pretty devious.”
“I’m a devious guy,” I say.
She gives a snort of amusement. “You’re really not.”
Her eyes are bright with amusement when she turns toward me again. “But I wasn’t talking about you. I meant Bailey.” Her lips quirk up in a wry smile. “I honestly didn’t know she had it in her.”
I know what she means, and guilt is a kick in the gut I really don’t need right now.
When Rina and I were together, Bailey was something of a running joke. I wasn’t the only one who made fun of Bailey for being a straightlaced bore. “Yeah, well, there’s more to Bailey than I ever gave her credit for.”
I stare straight ahead, but I feel Rina’s eyes on me. I can also feel her fretting beside me as she shifts from foot to foot. Finally, when I can’t take her silence or her fidgeting any longer, I let out a loud exhale and look her way. “What is it?”
“I’m...” She twists her hands together. “I’m sorry.”
“Okay.”
Her answering smile is soft and sad. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I wish I could say I feel something. Anything. But I look right at this girl I dated for many months and I feel...nothing. Not a goddamn thing. “You didn’t hurt me,” I say.
And I mean it.
Grayson had hurt me. His betrayal had cut like a knife. But Rina? All she’d done was dent my pride. She hadn’t been close enough to really hurt me.
I get that now, obviously. Because right now it’s not my pride stinging at the thought of losing Bailey. I wish to God it was, because this...this is brutal.
My insides feel like they’re crumbling as it hits me all over again that it’s over.
No more teasing, no more laughter, no more kissing, no more talking. No more being understood. No more being needed.
I drop my head. Jesus, I need to get a grip before I do something unforgivable...like fall apart over a girl I hadn’t even really been dating to begin with.
Apparently, Rina misreads my agony because next thing I know she’s clutching my arm, her voice all intense and pleading. “I’m seriously so sorry, Zack. If I had any idea you’d take it so hard?—”
“You cheated on me with my best friend,” I say. “How’d you think I’d take it?”
