Page 135 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
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Janelle sent Sienna these photos?
Jesus Christ. No.
Because it wasn’t enough that Janelle hopped in my bed naked without an invitation. Or tried to manipulate our families to believe her lies. Or trashed Sienna’s bedroom. Or lied about the paternity of my daughter for years.
No, she made it seem like I cheated on my girlfriend.
I press my palms against my eyes, wishing I could unsee what I know must’ve shredded Sienna.
That’s her hard limit. Cheating. Hell, it’s mine too. It would’ve torn me up if our roles were reversed.
As I think about her empty bedroom and the moving van that hauled away all of her stuff, I know the answer without asking the question.
It won’t matter what I say.
Sienna’s done with me.
