Chapter 7

Hector had used me as an excuse to dump Nellie, then immediately turned and chased another woman. How disgusting. I walked into the venue with my arm looped through Jerome's. From the moment we entered, I could feel a sticky, invasive gaze glued to my back, impossible to shake. No matter where I went, it followed—until the person who gave me that gaze finally walked up and clinked his glass against mine. "You look really familiar—like my wife, who ran off." I didn't want to talk to him. Just looking at him made my stomach churn. Seeing that I stayed silent and tried to leave, Hector grabbed my wrist. "Why are you running? Didn't you choose to come yourself? What is this, playing hard to get?" I looked at him coldly. "Hector, I have no idea what you're talking about." "Such a temper." He chuckled. "But you still showed up, didn't you?" As he spoke, he pulled up our chat history and shoved his phone in my face. "Isn't this you?" I'd been buried in classes and work these past fe