Chapter 7

Years ago, Chloe found out about my allergy.

She spiked my food with blueberry jam.

My throat closed up.

I broke out in hives.

I nearly went into anaphylactic shock.

And yet, she went crying to my dad, claiming I was being "greedy."

My dad screamed at me first.

Took me to the ER second.

When Ethan and I got together, he swore off blueberries to protect me.

The fruit was banned from our apartment.

And now, he forgot.

I smacked the muffin out of his hand.

Ethan’s jaw tightened.

"Ella, I bought you breakfast to apologize.

What more do you want from me?"

I looked him dead in the eye.

"I'm allergic to blueberries."

It finally clicked.

A flash of guilt crossed his face.

"Sorry, I was in a rush this morning.

I forgot. What do you want? I'll go back."

"Don't bother. You remembered Chloe's favorite just fine."

My mockery hit a nerve.

His face hardened.

"Drop the attitude.

Look at our circle.

What guy in my position actually stays faithful?"

"Six years, and I’ve only ever stepped out with Chloe.

You should be grateful.

At least I gave you the title of being a Hayes's."

I froze.

I couldn't believe he'd say something so disgusting.

Caught red-handed, with no remorse.

Expecting me to look the other way like a good little girlfriend.

Pure insanity.

Was I supposed to be grateful to be his dirty little secret?

And just let him cheat?