“Get the hell away from me!” You yelled, shoving JJ away with everything you had, making him stumble backwards into the table in the Chateau.

Your anger was bubbling over now, like a pot left to boil for too long, and the waves of frustration kept crashing inside you. You stood there, staring at him, but not the way you used to. The spark that had once been there was gone—replaced with something harder, colder. You didn’t even know what you were feeling anymore.

JJ looked at you, his expression wide-eyed, guilt washing over his face. He knew, deep down, he had no right to be angry at you, yet the frustration still crept up his spine.

“It was a mistake. I made a mistake, okay?” JJ’s voice wavered with uncertainty.

You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, forcing a bitter chuckle from your lips. You shook your head slowly, almost in disbelief. “A mistake? What, were you trying to put it in her purse?”

JJ’s mouth hung open. For once, there were no dumbass remarks, no excuses. He was quiet—completely out of words. Now you were in control, and that felt like both victory and pain all at once.

You stepped closer, the tension thick between you two, and the words left your mouth like poison, “You had sex with Kiara?”

The words tasted sour on your tongue. But you didn’t stop pushing. No. You needed answers, even if it was going to destroy you to get them.

JJ’s eyes widened with confusion, but there was something else there too—annoyance, maybe even a little shame. “Uh... what?”

“Was she good?” You asked, the desperation clear in your voice, but there was something darker behind it too, an undercurrent of pain you couldn’t hide.

JJ let out a long, frustrated sigh, clearly caught in the storm of his own guilt. “She... she was different.”

You laughed bitterly. “Good different?”

“I'm sorry, okay? I-I was disgusted with myself. And the important thing is, she meant nothing to me!” His voice cracked on the last words, his jaw clenching as his frustration grew.

You wanted to scream at him, to throw things, but you just stood there, motionless. “Yeah, but she was worth jeopardizing our relationship?”

JJ’s gaze faltered, and he winced as if the words physically hurt him. “I didn’t think there was any relationship left to jeopardize. I thought we were broken up,” he shot back, voice laced with frustration and something else... was it hurt?

Your blood ran cold as the weight of his words hit you. “We were on a break?” You repeated, your voice low and dripping with disbelief. You couldn’t fathom that he could use that excuse for what he did. That you could let him get away with it.

JJ’s face twisted into something almost bitter, almost sad. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, and then, in a softer tone, his words cut deeper than the anger ever could: “Yeah, well, I thought our relationship was dead.”