“Hey, Pres.” Emmett knocked on the door to the bathroom. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I sniffled, wiping my cheeks dry. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
I took a wad of tissue and blew my nose, exaggerating the sound because I knew Emmett was hovering outside. When were these tears going to stop? I’d been making excuses for two days, doing my best to convince the guys I was sick. That my splotchy cheeks and red nose were from a cold, not the fact that I’d been crying.
When was I going to learn? When was I going to wise up? This was the second time in months a man had proved me a fool.
I’d been so stupid, thinking I could watch Shaw Valance walk away.
I’d been so stupid, thinking he wouldn’t break my damn heart.
Enough. I dried my eyes once more. This was enough. I hadn’t cried this many tears when Jeremiah had left me at the altar, and Shaw Valance didn’t deserve one more. Shaw Valance was gone, and thankfully, I never had to see the man again in my life.
The news had come out about his father and he’d immediately assumed it was me.
I’d survive him, like I’d survived the others.
Fuck Shaw Valance.
And fuck the movie he rode in on.