Allyson's POV
The windshield blurred as tears poured down my cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of my shattered heart. My fingers clenched the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, desperate to maintain control over something in my rapidly crumbling world.
The scene from Michael's bedroom played on repeat in my mind like a twisted movie reel. Him sprawled naked across silk sheets. Skye curled beside him like she belonged there. The casual way he'd delivered that pathetic excuse.
"It's not what you think."
What a joke. Did he actually believe I'd buy such garbage?
Perhaps I deserved this for being foolish enough to think Michael Jade could be different from his father. The apple clearly hadn't fallen far from the tree. Both were liars. Both were cheaters. Both specialized in destroying the women stupid enough to love them.
