“And I’m fucking sorry for that, Leah,” he said.

“Why? Why did you do it, Xavier? I loved you so much, so why did you do it? Why did you sleep with Natasha?” I asked, my vulnerability seeping through my tone. And I felt shitter than ever. I so badly wanted to put the blame on somebody, and it all fell to him.

If I had not caught him fucking Natasha that day, I would have never gone to that club where I met Ethan. And then maybe—just maybe I would not feel as much pain as I felt ...