Chapter 297
- Chloe’s eyebrows pulled together. Confusion. Disbelief. "What—who are you talking about?"
- I could feel heat rush to my face—anger, humiliation, everything swirling like gasoline ready for a match.
- "Peter! Ayla cheated on me with her fucking ex boyfriend!" I barked, my voice harsher than I intended, but I couldn’t pull it back now.