#Chapter 16: Fracture Lines

It all hit me at once—the cold shoulder, the smug looks, Adam's distance. The way Jenny had turned everything inside out without blinking. I was still standing there, frozen just past the doorway, when the last piece clicked into place. And then, just before I turned away, I saw it: a bra, red and expensive-looking, slung carelessly over the arm of the chair. The same kind I'd seen before. Not mine. Of course. Of course she’d do this. My chest burned. I didn’t cry, I didn’t move. I just pulled out my phone, found her name, and hit call. From behind the bedroom door, a ringtone went off. "Seriously?" Adam's voice, annoyed. "You’re gonna check that right now?" Jenny’s reply was airy and amused. "It’s your mate. Want to answer it yourself?" I could hear the smirk in her voice. Adam gave a dry laugh. "'Mate'? Come on. That was over ages ago. You know I only want you now, baby." Then, a pause. A breathy sound. A bed creaking. "Focus on me," Jenny murmured, her voice thic