Entering Cruz’s condo at the end of her day, Presley was struggling with the emotions she was feeling.
It shouldn’t hurt.
After all this time, years since her relationship with the person she knew as Noah, Shae as they preferred now to be known, was over, she should not be feeling the sting of their betrayal as much as it was. It hurt. It hurt so much to know the person she’d once loved could be intimate with someone else while they’d been together. The fact it was her own brother was causing the ache to turn into a weird agonizing pain.
It shouldn’t have hurt, but it did.
When they were together, Presley admitted she’d always been insecure. Always knowing it was their mother who pushed them together, something Shae always joked about, she’d always questioned the devotion as being real
