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make-believe. She hated that, too; Will acted the way he did because people like her enabled him.
    Either way, there was no doubt about it: William Henry Harper was absolutely unforgettable. She wished that she could wipe him from her memory, erase the events of the last few hours, and pretend that today hadn’t been the worst day of her life.
    Alexa stopped at the No-Walk sign on the corner by her apartment, barely aware of the traffic that passed in front of her. Instead, she wondered what the real payout would be for keeping his secret, or sharing it, for that matter. It was a juicy story, there was no denying it. She wasn’t callous enough to blackmail him, nor mischievous enough to do something illegal, but she couldn’t help but fantasize about what that kind of money could do for her. It could go so far in helping her start a new life for herself—moving to a new place, figuring out what she was good at, finding the perfect job.
    No, she wasn’t going to do that. Alexa stepped off the curb and crossed the street toward her building, holding firm to her decision. No matter how enticing the fantasy was, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that she couldn’t work out her financial problems on her own. All it took was remembering that smug look on his face as he offered to pay for whatever damages she incurred to know that she wouldn’t perpetuate his misguided notion that money could solve everything.
    She knew firsthand that money solved nothing… not when it ripped families apart with secrets.
    Not when her mother was dead because of it.
    Just a few steps away from her apartment building, she unzipped her purse and pulled out her keys, so relieved to be home after everything she had been through. She wondered if her ex still had that pricey bottle of wine he was saving—she could drink an entire bottle that night, and if there was one person she was willing to take her anger out on, it was her ex. Even if that only meant drinking his wine.
    She could do this. She could get through this. All she needed was a nice, peaceful evening alone so that she could come up with a new game plan.
    She unlocked the apartment door, eager for the sweet sound of silence.
    “Oh, oh!” A high-pitched voice screamed. “Chase, baby.”
    Alexa froze.
    “You like it like that?” her ex-boyfriend grunted. “I’m going to fuck you so hard—”
    “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Alexa stared at them, a mix of shock and disgust tangling in her raised voice.
    The girl shrieked, and Chase looked up at her like a deer in headlights. “Alexa!” He grabbed a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around his waist. “What are you doing here? I thought you were at work.”
    The girl covered her breasts, ducking around the corner and into the hallway so that she was concealed by the wall. “Is this her?” she asked Chase.
    “If by her you mean the girl that he was in love with for five years, then yes,” Alexa said, “it is me. And I’m assuming you’re the blonde that’s been fucking my ex-boyfriend.” Alexa knew she shouldn’t be angry, but she couldn’t help herself—after everything that had happened that day, this was truly the last straw.
    “Alexa, calm down.” Chase shifted his weight, the blanket exposing more than it was covering. “We broke up. You have no right to be angry about this.”
    “Are you fucking joking? This is our apartment, Chase. Our apartment . Your apartment, my apartment. You could’ve gone to her place, you could’ve waited until after I moved out, but no—you decide that you’re going to fuck her right here against the wall next to my grandma’s antique dresser.”
    Chase’s upper arm muscle twitched, like it always did when he was angry and trying to hold back. “This is not your apartment! The whole point of you living here is to help pay rent—and since you’re not doing that, you don’t actually live here! In fact, I would make you leave right now, but