Julian's POV
The force of the blow was unexpected, catching me off guard, rattling my teeth. It wasn't the pain that stopped me; it was the question that followed.
"How long have you been fucking Catherine, you punk?!"
I was utterly paralyzed. My body remained rigid where I stood near the door and my mind reeled.
How the fuck did he know that?
The question slammed into me, cutting through the shock of the punch. What did he hear last night that was so definitive? Did he somehow see us? Who had told him?
Gabriel saw my stunned silence, and his voice came at me, sharp, taunting, and laced with contempt. "You can't talk now, huh? I guess you are trying to make up a lie. Don't bother. I know the truth already."
I knew Gabriel well. He was confidently making this accusation, so that meant he already had proof or someone told him. Either way, I had to create doubt.
