#Chapter 60: The Jealous Type

Kayla The blood drained from my face as I stared at the photograph on the coffee table. I felt sick. My stomach twisted, threatening to betray me as I forced myself to stay still. The room suddenly felt stifling, the air thick and hard to swallow. There Nicholas was, in the same clothes he was wearing now, sitting at a candlelit table in a fancy restaurant. Across from him sat a beautiful woman I didn’t recognize, leaning toward him with an expression on her face that could only be described as flirtatious. Her perfectly styled hair, her red lips curved into a coy smile—everything about her screamed the type of woman Nicholas would entertain. The kind of woman he’d leave me behind for. I wasn’t jealous. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. I knew from the beginning that Nicholas was a playboy, that this ‘relationship’ was nothing more than a convenience to both of us, that even if we took things a step further and slept together that it would me