Chapter 62. Hiding the Truth

June POV

Tears blurs my vision as I step out of Chris’s house, the evening air sharp against my wet cheeks. His words circles like vultures, tearing into me, echoing louder than the traffic around me:

~I… I spiked your drink last night~

~ I wanted to sleep with you for a bet we made at the company~

My chest aches. What did I ever do wrong? How did I end up here, fooled into believing I had chosen the right man?

The cab door shut behind me, and suddenly the city outside the window was nothing but a smear of lights and shadows. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, but it didn’t numb the storm raging inside me.

The warnings I had ignored rose like ghosts.

Tobias’s question echoing:

~Are you sure Chris didn’t spike your drink?~

His hesitation, his guilt—it all made sense now. He knew all about it.

And Mr. Grande. His words at the gala night bleed back into my memory:

~Don’t have sex with him. Just go home~