Iris:
"Is that how you convinced everyone you were right for cheating on and wanting another mate?" I almost raised my voice at her.
It hit suddenly, and I couldn’t tell what was worse, sitting so close to him or finally learning what he’d been doing while I was gone.
Being that close, not even a heartbeat passed without our eyes eting.
"What? You think I made it up just to make you look bad?" he questioned.
As I clenched my jaw, he already knew the answer.
"No. I tried my best to keep this quiet. I’m sure most people don’t even know about it," he began to explain.
But he still didn’t understand what I was truly upset about.
"Kash, I didn’t cheat on you. You know that. That Luka—I didn’t even know him like that at that ti—," I insisted.
That was a lie. Growing up, I had known of him.
When I lived with my parents, I’d heard about Luka.
He was always the biggest flirt, so pretending I didn’t know him felt like a lie.
Then I noticed the look Kash gave . If I didn’t clarify myself now, I’d look like a cheater.
And even though Kash didn’t deserve an explanation, I still needed to clear my na.
I didn’t want him to think he’d done nothing wrong because I cheated too.
"I grew up in the woods. My mother knew his family. That’s all," I explained.
As soon as I said that, he shook his head slowly, disappointnt written all over his face.
"Right after you left , you were with him," he stated, making my fists tighten.
"You were still pregnant when you were spotted with him," he went on.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I realized what he was talking about.
"How do you know that?" I asked, trying to get off his lap.
Things were getting too serious, and I didn’t want to be sitting that close anymore.
But he wouldn’t let go.
"Because I got pictures of you two together," he continued.
My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
"Let go." My voice trembled as I pushed him away.
I fell back, landing on my side, my legs still across his thighs.
I adjusted myself, turning to get up from the floor.
I started knocking on the door, harder this ti.
"You don’t need to scare the children," he muttered.
I spun around and pointed a finger at him.
"You have no idea, absolutely no idea, what I went through after I was left with no choice but to leave you. All this ti, while I was struggling, you convinced everyone I cheated on you. Did you really think that?" I yelled, fresh tears forming in my eyes.
"Kash!" I faced him, our bodies just inches apart, but he stepped even closer, placing his hands on either side of .
"Look in the eye and tell ," I demanded. "Have I ever given you any reason to think I was cheating on you?"
He just stared back in silence. It was so heavy, it felt like he never knew at all.
"I hope whoever sent you those photos gets exposed one day," I muttered, my voice shaky and broken. "Then you’ll realize what a fool you’ve been."
He kept staring, and that was it. I needed to leave and confront the person I believed had done this.
I knocked harder this ti while he stood behind , his hands still on the door, trapping in his arms.
"What do you an by whoever sent that? Do you know who did?" he questioned, making my hand slowly curl into a fist against the door.
"Why else do you think those pictures reached you?" I replied, turning slightly without lifting my hand. "Don’t you see it, Kash? After you betrayed , I was no longer protected."
That was all I said before slamming my fist hard against the door again.
By then, I think he realized I was more focused on getting out of there than arguing with him.
I needed to confront soone.
"Here, let do it for you," he muttered.
There wasn’t enough space for to turn completely, but I managed to squeeze to the side and watched as he stretched his arm forward, holding the damn key.
"You had the key this whole ti?" I grunted.
He made a sound with his mouth, closing his eyes and gesturing for not to argue as he twisted the key and unlocked the door.
Then he stepped aside and pointed toward the open space.
I stord out angrily.
Outside, I stopped briefly to catch my breath. When I turned around, I caught his eyes fixed on my ass.
"Are you serious?" I snapped, shocked.
"What? I didn’t know. Now I know why it was so smooth," he remarked, pointing to the spot where my ass had pressed against his thighs.
He had never been this shaless, at least not with anyone else.
I wasn’t sure how he acted with Lara, but with , he crossed every line without sha.
I could’ve kept arguing with him, but there was no point.
I didn’t want to talk about my ass with him, so I turned around and walked away fast.
I knew he was still standing there, watching leave.
"Wow, that jiggle though," he called out.
Without looking back, I raised my hand and flipped him off before stepping into the guest house.
Once inside, I went to my kids’ room and found them sleeping peacefully after the chaos they’d caused.
Then I rushed to my room, threw on a long sweater that covered my ass, and stord out again, heading to my mother’s room.
I slamd my fist against her door.
"Co out. You need to answer ," I hissed, knowing she was wide awake.
I’d seen the lights through her window, and I was sure she heard knocking on the small storage room door.
She just didn’t want to open it.
After a few minutes, she finally opened the door and gave a look.
"Who opened the door for you?" she asked, and that made realize she knew damn well I’d been in the storeroom, stuck with Kash.
I didn’t respond. I had a far more important question for her—no, a better one.
"You were the one who sent him those pictures of and Luka, weren’t you?" I fired back, watching a small smirk form on her lips.
And suddenly, everything made sense. The minute they brought back ho, they’d already started planning this whole thing.
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