I received a message from a strange number that morning just before I could get out of bed. It was a picture captioned with; 'Told you he'll always come back to me. You're just a little distraction.'
I immediately regretted opening it. It was a photo of Jace in her bed, bare chested.
It was obvious. They had sex.
No wonder he did not come back last night.
She was right when she predicted that he would be over at her place than night. She knew him that well. He was truly hers.
"Wow," I whispered, unable to form a real reaction to what I saw.
There was no way I could feel cheated on because she was his actual woman anyways. I was just a pawn on his chessboard.
And when he was done with me, he would throw me away and reunite with the woman meant for him.
I was not supposed to feel anything. I was supposed to at least be happy I would not be trapped in this for too long.
