Page 10 of If He Hadn't Cheated
Still, I hesitate.
Then I open the door.
Sebastian stands there, his face wrecked. Hair a mess. Eyes bloodshot. He looks like he hasn’t slept, like he’s been pacing in hell.
And behind him, like some dark echo of my worst day, stands Knox Cain.
Knox is unreadable. As always. Hands in his pockets. Eyes locked on mine, sharp and steady.
Sebastian steps forward. “Lana. Please.” His voice cracks.
I stare at him.
“You can’t be serious,” I say.
“Just hear me out.”
“I did. Yesterday. From the door. Through her moans.”
He flinches like I slapped him. “I need to explain.”
“There’s nothing you can say that I want to hear,” I snap.
Knox doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. But his eyes are on me, and it’s like they see too much.
Sebastian glances at him, annoyed. “Can we talk alone?”
I laugh. It’s bitter. Hollow. “Oh, so now you care about privacy?”
He reaches for my hand. I step back. “Don’t touch me.”
“Lana, please. It wasn’t what it looked like.”
I blink at him. “That’s the best you’ve got? That’s your defense? The oldest line in the book?”
His eyes beg. “It just happened. It wasn’t?—”
“You didn’t mean for me to find out. That’s what you meant to say.”
Knox shifts behind him. Still silent. Still watching. His presence is heavy in the doorway, like he’s the only thing keeping Sebastian upright.
“You brought him?” I ask, turning my fury toward Knox. “What, to back you up? To convince me I’m overreacting?”
Knox shakes his head. “He asked for a ride.”
“So you just decided to play escort to a cheating fiancé?”
“I told him it was a bad idea,” Knox says simply.
Sebastian snaps, “You’re not helping.”
Knox shrugs. “Wasn’t trying to.”
I stare at them both. The man who ruined me, and the man who stood by and let it happen.
“You knew, didn’t you?” I whisper, hating that I’m accusing Knox.
Knox finally looks me in the eyes. “It wasn’t my place.”
