"CAMILA!"

Lawson's voice cracked. His face was so twisted that Camila would have mistaken it for a mask of pure anguish. But she knew he couldn't deny that he enjoyed himself that night, cheating on her.

He wanted to pretend the words tasted like ash in his mouth. He wanted to take back everything to erase the memory of his pleasure, but it was too late.

It's fucking too late.

There's no forgiveness, no way in hell. Because each time she stared at the mirror seeing this ...