Back home, the first thing she did was trash that new outfit. She couldn’t risk Jordan noticing clothes he’d never seen before, or else he’d get suspicious.
What happened to her hurt more than dying. She cried for hours, hunched on the bathroom floor, scrubbing at her skin until it felt raw. No matter how hard she tried, nothing could wash away what had happened. The faces, the hands, men she didn’t even know—sometimes five, sometimes more than ten in one awful nightmare.
After all the crying, fear crept in. What if she was pregnant? During that whole stretch, she and Jordan had hardly touched each other. If she turned up pregnant now, there was no way he’d believe the baby was his. That was the real reason she’d been so desperate to sleep with Jordan, so it would all look normal. She thought she could cover her tracks, thought she’d gotten away with it. But Jordan still suspected something was off.
Why was he so suspicious? Nothing had ever happened with Ethan—Jordan knew that. So why was he still looking at her like she was hiding something? Did he somehow know about those other men?
It was York. York had drugged her, set her up, ruined her life. For what? She’d never done anything to him. She’d even given him money. Why did he pick her as his target? The hate she felt for York made her whole body tense up.
Then she remembered the photos York once showed her. Her face went white. What if he sent those to Jordan? She didn’t even want to think about the fallout if that was true.
She needed to see York, right now. That bastard. It wasn’t enough for him to shatter her—now he was going to wreck her marriage, too? Wasn’t the plan to go after Isabella and Ethan, not her? She thought they were on the same side. What did she ever do to deserve this?
The elevator doors slid open, bringing her to the ground floor. She half-expected Jordan to follow, but by the time she made it to her car, he was still nowhere to be seen.
Natalie sat behind the wheel and stared at the building, hoping—just for a second—that he’d come running after her. He didn’t. She felt a tidal wave of anger, but beneath it, pure panic. When she was sure Jordan wasn’t coming, she let out a shaky breath and drove away.


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