A hand taps my shoulder and I jolt up from my chair. “Heyyy, you scared me!” I yell at Zara.
Zara smiles, her face still rough with sleep.
“You’re still up?” she asks, then she goes ahead to sit at the edge of my bed.
I shake my head at the level of shame that’s crushing down on me, yet again.
It feels just like when I had to tell her about my divorce.
“I keep making terrible choices, babe,” I laugh out, but I feel terrible.
“Babe! I supported him too. I feel so darn guilty,” Zara groans with a sleepy voice.
“Honestly, I thought that man, Adam, loves you. I just don’t f*****g get it.” She looks at me.
“Why on earth would Adam do such a thing?”
“So he could push me away and be with Cassie, that’s why, Zara,” I respond, feeling the heavy bitterness of my words in my heart.
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