Page 59 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
He glances over and blinks like I just dragged him out of some deep thoughts. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what now? What’s our next play here?” I shift so I’m facing him and he glances over again with a little smile.
“Our next play?” He shifts his hands on the wheel. “I’ve created a monster.”
He’s joking, but my chest gets tight because...I don’t knowwhathe’s created. Or, what I’ve become, rather.
I mean, it’s one thing to say I’m going along with this plan. But to be the person who cheats, who betrays…
I feel a little sick as I recall Grayson’s pain…and my own satisfaction.
God, maybe Iama monster.
He’s still smiling when he looks over, but that smile fades fast. “What’s wrong?”
I open my mouth to deny that anything’s wrong. My lips part, my tongue goes to form the words, but what comes out is, “I don’t know who I am anymore.”
I realize how incredibly lame that sounds, but I can’t bring myself to take it back or laugh it off.
His brows hitch up in surprise, but he doesn’t laugh at me. He doesn’t even pretend like he doesn’t know what I mean. Turning back to look at the road, he says, “You’re Bailey Tucker. Competitive, perfectionist...” His throat moves when he swallows. “And the strongest girl I know.”
I stare at him for a long moment. Competitive? Yes. Perfectionist? Obviously. The strongest girl he knows…?
I lean back in my seat with a sigh. “I think a stronger person would have confronted Grayson,” I say. “She would have called him out for the lies and broken up with him.”
He lifts one shoulder, clearly not convinced. “You can still do that.”
“No. I can’t.” I’m shaking my head for added emphasis. “He can’t know that we know, remember? That defeats the purpose. I’ll look even more pathetic than I already do and you...”
His smile is smug. “Don’t you worry about me, Smurfette.”
“I thought we were done with that nickname.”
“I’m just saying, do what you need to do. I don’t care.” He leans back in his seat. “I don’t care what anyone thinks of me.”
I give a little snort of amusement. “Must be nice.”
He arches a brow. “I don’t thinkyoureally care either.”
I go still as I think about that. Idon’tcare—not much. I don’t care that I’m the bad guy, at least. Or, at least…
Not as much as I would have thought.
“I agree, though,” he says. “If we can sell this like we had no clue he and Rina cheated on us, all the better.”
I nod in agreement.
“But if you change your mind...” He shrugs. “I’ll understand.”
My throat grows tight. “Thanks.”
“Does that make you feel better?” He gives me a sidelong glance as he makes a turn toward our neighborhood. “You can still come clean...eventually. You can still bethe bigger person.”
The way he says it makes me feel like he could read my mind earlier. Like he knows exactly how my brain works. The old me would definitely want to be the bigger person.
I have this weird hollow sensation as it hits me again. “I don’t know who I am anymore.”
He scoffs. “I told you, you’re?—”
