“Who?” Jason asks, spitting the word out. There’s that sick feeling in his stomach. He can barely breathe. “Who did you cheat on me with?”

He has to sit down, dropping his face into his hands. You’re not supposed to do this; you’re not supposed to betray him. You love him. Don’t you?

Jason squeezes his eyes shut. He died and came back to life, but it’s nothing compared to the pain in chest right now. Maybe he was meant to stay dead. Why else would everyone continuously betray him?