Chapter 177. Pretty Little Lies

Carlos’s grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. “Right,” he said, his voice hollow. “You love Zac.”

Anna squeezed her eyes shut. “Carlos…”

“No, it’s fine.” He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. “You love Zac. And what was this?” He gestured between them. “A lapse in judgment? A mistake? Something to pretend never happened?”

She flinched at his words. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice small. “I don’t know what this was. I just… I wasn’t thinking.”

Carlos scoffed, his jaw clenching. Her words cut him deep. “Right. You weren’t thinking.” He shook his head again, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Well, I was, Anna. I was thinking about it every f*cking second.”

Her breath hitched, and she turned away, staring out the window. “Carlos, please—” She really just wanted to forget about what had happened.

But again, she knew that it was the last thing that Carlos wanted. 

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