Jason’s voice was soft, and soothing, as if he were talking to a fragile child. "Baby, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I’ll be gentler... gentler..."
I stood frozen in the doorway, the weight of it all crashing down on me. My mind went blank, the buzzing in my head growing louder.
Ava saw me. Far from being flustered or embarrassed, she smirked a cold, dismissive smile that said everything I needed to know.
I was nothing to her.
And Jason?
He was right there, wiping her body like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I felt like I had been struck by lightning, my world crumbling in an instant.
Emma's POV
"Uhm, Jason, look, Emma's here," Ava said, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Jason turned his head, and for a split second, I saw panic flash across his face. But just as quickly, he masked it with a practiced calm.
"I was just helping Ava... wipe her body. She slipped, you know how her health is..." he stammered, trying to cover up his lie, but it only made my stomach churn.
"Don’t lie to me," I snapped. "I’m not stupid."
A surge of anger boiled up from deep within me, and before I could stop myself, my hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face.
"You two are naked in each other’s arms, just 'wiping each other down'? Jason, do you really think I’m blind?"
"Jason! Are you okay?" Ava suddenly threw on a bathrobe, rushing to him with feigned concern, her hand gently caressing his red cheek as if it were all too much for her to handle.
"Emma, please, don’t be mad. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have come here... I shouldn’t have..."
Watching her play the victim made me feel sick to my stomach.
She was the one who destroyed everything between us.
Now, was she pretending to be innocent?
The hypocrisy was unbearable.
"Cut the act!" I hissed. "You knew he was engaged, yet you still went after him. You’re nothing but a shameless homewrecker."
Ava seemed taken aback, retreating behind Jason and starting to sob. "Jason, I’m so scared..."
Then, before I could process what was happening, Jason shoved me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. My head hit the cold tile with a jarring thud.
"Emma, are you done yet?" he snapped.
"I told you! Ava and I haven’t done anything! Why can’t you stop acting crazy?"
Then, without warning, he slapped me across the face. The pain spread like wildfire, and I covered my cheek, still in shock.
Was this really the man I had loved for seven years?