Olivia
“Olivia, are you cheating on me?”
Nathan’s accusation left me reeling, a storm of disbelief and hurt swirling inside me. His eyes, usually so warm and understanding, now seemed as though a completely different man was standing in front of me. His stand was cold and distant, nothing like the man who I would have run to and embraced the moment he was home.
What had happened to the Nathan I knew, and how had it all happened so… quickly?
“Nathan, I’m not cheating on you,” I said firmly, trying to maintain my composure despite the turmoil swirling around inside my chest. “Angela was with me. We were just having fun, trying on some silly outfits. It was harmless.”
But he didn’t seem to hear me, his gaze fixed on some invisible point beyond me. “Angela wasn’t in the pictures, Olivia.
