Olivia Westview
The Uber ride home was a blur.
I sat in the back seat, sniffling, wiping my tears and snot with my sleeve, and trying desperately to compose myself. But no matter how hard I tried, the tears wouldn’t stop.
God, this is embarrassing.
My breath hitched as another wave of emotion hit me, and I could feel the driver's awkward glances in the rearview mirror.
Get it together, Olivia.
But I couldn’t. The image of that woman standing over James’s bed, touching him like she had every right in the world, kept playing over and over in my mind. My heart clenched painfully with every replay, and the shame of how stupid I’d been followed right on its heels.
By the time the Uber pulled up in front of the house, my face was a mess of……
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