Betrayed By Him Claimed By His Rival
I didn’t think—my feet moved on their own, and before I knew it, I was running.
The second I reached him, I threw myself into his arms, holding him tightly, burying my face into the warmth of his chest. Relief washed over me in waves, and before I could stop myself, I started crying. Not the quiet, dignified tears, but the full, gasping sobs of someone who’s been holding it all in for far too long. Jack’s arms wrapped around me, solid and comforting, as if he could protect me from everything that had happened, everything that might still come.