Chapter 15

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Fingers knot in my hair and lips press to my cheek.

"It's three in the afternoon." Jace whines. "Please get up."

I roll over to face him.

The clock says 9:23.

"It's not three in the afternoon." I whine.

"But I miss you." He whines.

I can't help but notice that he's a big burly guy with tattoos but he's sitting on the floor pouting because I won't get up.

I smile a little. "Let your wife and kid sleep." I huff.

"You can sleep tonight." He says.

"I can also sleep right now."

He rests his chin on my shoulders.

"Please." He whimpers. He makes whining sounds and I plan on ignoring him, but he doesn't stop. I move my head to see him. His eyes are actually filled with tears and a legit tear is sliding down his cheek.

Sighing, I give in and sit up.

He's faking it.

His phone chimes.

He looks down at it, frowns, and says, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He nods.

He's only in there for a few seconds, and he comes out, and he looks pissed.

"Come here." He says, storming outside.

I raise both my eyebrows, confused, and follow him out to the porch.

He slams the door.

"Jace-"

"Are you still with Marcus?" he asks.

"No!" I gasp. "Why would you-"

I know everyone's listening.

He hands me his phone.

It's a video he just got in a text.

I press play.

It's me, having sex with Marcus in my house.

I stop it.

"Jace, I-"

"Who is it?" he asks.

I'm getting pissed.

"That's Marcus but I haven't had se with him since we broke up! The only person I've had sex with since Marcus is you!" the guy's hand is on my back and you can see his wrist.

"Look at the fucking tattoo, Jace, that's your damn tattoo! It's edited!"

"Can you prove it?" he asks.

"No." I say. "The fact that you don't believe me pisses me off." I shake my head.

"That fact that you did that pisses me off." He says.

"I didn't."

"I bet your till with him behind my back. I bet that Kaden wasn't made because of rape." He shakes his head. "You probably lied about that just to get sympathy."

I step back. "I hate you." I say.

I go in the house and grab all of my stuff, and my son.

"I never want to see you again."

The end

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