Page 97 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
I snap. “She’s not going back to him.”
Shit. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Macy’s smirk makes me physically ill. “Oh, sweetie, she will definitely go back to him because, duh—he’s Grayson.” She leans in close. “And where does that leave you?”
I see an opening in the crowd before us and squeeze my way through. All I can think about is getting to Bailey before Grayson or someone else confronts her about the rumor.
Or…the truth.
The rumor whichisthe truth.
I make my way into the crowd, but I hear Macy behind me as I leave, her words deflated and pitiful, and…probably not meant for me. “Where does that leaveme?”
I don’t have that answer. For her or for me. Because one truth is becoming jarringly clear as I push and shove my way back to where I’d left Bailey.
It’s over now.
The charade is over.
Everyone knows that we’ve been playing a game. They all know it’s not real. So, there’s no reason to continue. There’s no one left to fool. There’s no reason for us to stay together.
Unless we make it real.
My heart’s hammering so hard it makes my insides rattle.
I stop short when I reach the corner where Bailey and I had agreed to meet. My pulse is so loud it’s drowning out the music and the voices.
But I still have my sight, and what I see right now?
Oh hell no.
I see Bailey. And I see Grayson.
And I see the way they’re kissing.
TWENTY-FOUR
FIVE MINUTES EARLIER
Bailey
This night goesfrom good to bad to a full-blown nightmare so quickly my head is still spinning.
First there’s the vomit. On my feet.
Which is just awesome.
I didn’t have to go far to find Toni. Or anywhere, actually. She’d been heading my way, and she reached me just in time for me to watch her turn a horrific shade of green.
I hauled her toward a tree that lined the yard, but I didn’t step away quickly enough and some splatters on my shoes.
I try to hide my disgust as the vile smell of upchucked beer hits my nose, and Toni looks at me with agonized eyes as she claps a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she wails, but the words are muted by her fingers.
“It’s okay, Toni.” I go to wrap an arm around her shoulders, already fumbling in my pocket with my other hand to get my phone. I have to tell Zack I need an assistant to get Toni out of here. “Let’s just get you home.”
She wiggles out from under my arm. “No,” she moans, misery written all over her features. “You don’t understand. I’m sosorry.”
“It happens.” My tone is as bright as I can make it considering I’m still holding my breath to keep from inhaling the stench.
“No, Bailey.” She grips my arm. “You don’t get it.” She’s shaking her head in wild swings from left to right that makes me fear for her ability to continue standing upright. “I messed up.”
