I couldn't believe my ears.
Greg, my mother’s fiancé, the man I’d f****d multiple times yesterday, was inside my mom now, giving her exactly what he’d given me.
Jealousy stabbed through me, irrational I knew, but mixing with guilt that felt so heavy I could barely breathe. He was hers, I reminded myself not mine, yet I’d let him take me, again and again, betraying her in ways I couldn’t undo. How had I f****d up this badly? How was I going to get out of this mess?
I turned away, retreating to the kitchen. Coffee. I needed coffee to think, to figure out how to face them without cracking. I had to stop this, lock it down and avoid him, be the daughter Tracy deserved, that is if there was any hope left.
The guest room went quiet after what felt like hours, and soon mom bounced downstairs,
