Anne stared at her phone, the alert flashing across the screen like a slap to the face.
"$250,000 – from Tyler."
Whoa.
From Tyler?
Had he robbed a bank?
How could he possibly send that much?
She should've called him. She wanted to. But she wasn't in the right state of mind.
Instead, she sank onto the edge of the bed, guilt slipping through her ribs like smoke, curling into her lungs.
I'm bad.
I'm not a good girlfriend.
The words played on a loop in her mind sharp, suffocating, damning.
She'd cheated.
And the moment that truth landed, it hit hard. Right in the lungs.
She stared at the screen, her heart sinking lower with every passing second.
Tyler was out there working himself to the bone for her, risking God knows what, while she was here… kissing his best friend.
Eric.
His best friend.
The memory of the kiss lingered like heat on her skin. She could still feel his breath against her lips, still hearing the way he said her name as it mattered.
