The sting on my cheek burned like fire, but it was nothing compared to the rage boiling inside me. My ears rang with the echo of that slap, the sound still slicing through the air.
Cameron stood there, his hand frozen mid-air, his eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he’d actually hit me. For a moment, neither could I. Five years. Five years of love, of plans, of promises—and this was what it came to? His hand on my face, his betrayal laid bare, his mask finally off.
I straightened, my jaw tight, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. My voice came out low, trembling with fury. “How dare you f*****g raise your hand to me?”
Before I could think, before I could stop myself, my leg swung up, and I kicked him—hard—right where it hurts. He doubled over with a curse, clutching him
